Fifty Grandkids

October 4th 1999, My grandmother passed away. We all knew it was coming but I still took it really hard. Out of fifty some grandkids, I was the closest to her, as she was to me. During her visitation, I went to the restroom. While I was in there, I thought I heard my grandmother say I love you BJ. My name is William, but my grandma always called me BJ on account of that was what I went by when I was a little kid. I asked everyone to stop when I got older, but she wouldn't. And that was ok with me. At the time, I just blew it off as my mind was playing trickes on me because I loved her so much and wanted her back.After she died, My uncle who still lived with her decided to stay at my moms house for a while. I ran him home everyday to feed his animals and get his medicine when he ran low. He has epilepcy. Anyway, a few nights after my grandmother passed I was taking him home. We was going down a old country road, one that I almost always take to get to my Grandmothers house. Until this night, I never beleived in any of this stuff, but after what happend to me this night, I will never doubt again. Going down the country road, my lights on the car kept turning on and off. They would go off on the straight aways, and turn back on before we would get to the curves or if another car was coming towards us.My uncle thought I was messing with him so he told me to keep my hands on top of the stirring wheel so he could see them.

Sure enough a few seconds later, it happend again. My uncle and I both fermally beleive it was my grandmother because she was always a person that loved to play practical jokes on the family. I never had a problem with my lights before that night or after that night again. Like I said I fermally beleive my grandmother is here watching over me for a couple reasons. The first being that on October 12th, 2001 I  was in a serious car wreck that I should have never lived through. I was ran off the road, and flipped my 95 Monte Carlo nose over tail three times and was ejected through the moonroof. In the process of flipping, the car landed on my lower back and rolled onte my right leg. It then continued to flip. As soon as the car was off me, I got up and started walking away because I wasnt sure if it would blow up or not. I made it approx. 50 feet and the fell. I couldn't get back up again. I dislocated my right shoulder, snapped my left clavical, crushed and tore the muscles and legiments in my right leg and almost lost my left foot. I believe my grandmother is the reason I am alive today. Also, When she passed away, My son Austin was around 9 months old. My grandmother was excpecially close and proud of my son. She would rather have him around her than anyone else in the world.

After he was able to talk, He started telling us that Memah would come and play with him. After a few months of this, he was around 1 1/2 years or so. He then began to tell us when Memah would come play with him, and man would come too. He told us that the man would just stand in the corner and watch him play with Memah. Everyone was triing to figure out who the man was, so my mom got out a old photo album. She went through the book asking my son if this was the man and that was the man. He would always say no, until he came to a photo of my Grandpa who died six weeks to the day after I was born in 1980. I understand that kids are able to see more clearly than adults, and I am glad they can. After the bathroom at the funeral home, the lights in my car, and Austin, I will always beleive in the paranormal and will always beleive my grandparents are here watching over me and my children. As now my Daughter, who never meet the women and is only 2, talks as if Memah was here alive with us today. I have a huge photo hanging in my frontroom of my Grandmother and myself when I was approx. 3 years old, Alyson will point to it, get all happy and yell, Memah, Memah, Memah..... It makes me feel all warm inside to know that no matter what, she will always be here for us.