Granny And Little Boy 2

This past weekend, 6 to 7 October 2012, my friend Elaine, her husband Tim and their kids visited with us. Tim has been able to see and communicate with spirits since he was a little boy. It drains him physically, causing headaches, and mentally, but he says he cannot fight if they need to communicate.

I asked him if he could really describe Granny to me. The first time he saw her, he said she posed a very daunting figure and he was actually a bit afraid of her, even though she did not give off any threatening "vibes". He said she just seemed bent on staring him down, her arms crossed over her chest. He described her as tall and slender, with brown hair, that she kept tied in a bun at the nape of her neck, and he said she was a mirror image of my mother. I never knew about the bun she usually wore, my mom's sister gave me that bit of information on Sunday when I told her about what had been discussed, but I will get to Sunday shortly.

I then asked him if he had seen or sensed the little boy and he said no, the little boy did not seem to be there.

On Sunday, my mom and her sister were home, so I asked Tim if he would be open to telling my mom about what he was experiencing. Good guy that he is, he said yes. He again recapped Granny's appearance and, between my mom and my aunt, I do not know which one's eyes went biggest. He told them that my gran was telling him that she was looking out for her daughters, and that she had been on this side so long, she actually doubts if she can cross back to the other side. It does not bother her though; she wants to be where her girls are. He caught something in Gran's appearance and asked my mom if gran had known how to work on cars. My aunt answered that she had. Apparently, she could overhaul an entire engine by herself. He said he understood now why she had a black smear on her right cheek. At this, my mom piped up and said it could be soot from the coal stove as well.

He then asked them if she had injured her left arm that they were aware of. They mentioned that she had been holding the rod they used to lift the stove plates and lightning had struck the rod, causing some damage to her arm. He then said he understood now why she kept her arms crossed over her chest and only used the right arm to gesture with. He also asked my mom if she and my dad had had to decide between three houses before buying the one we live in now. She was astonished and said yes. He told her that the house had been picked by my grandmother and not by them. She either places herself in the foyer, so she is there when someone enters the house, or she stands in the topmost corner of the passage, right between my mom's room and my boys' room. She gave Tim the impression that she chose this position so that she could get to us easily if we need her.

Since Sunday night, my mom has noticed that when she forgets the fan on in her room when she goes to bed, the next morning the fan will be off. Concerned mother looking out for her daughter with severe lung problems. Way to go Gran.

Between my mom and my aunt they started thinking about places they had stayed where strange things had happened, and he could give them incredible detail of every house. He could give them names of people involved or living in the houses, and could tell them how the people haunting the houses were killed and what the inflections were the spirits remaining had. Whether they were violent, angry, pushy, etc.

My dad then had to say goodbye to drive back to Mozambique (he had been with us for the weekend) and my mom, Elaine and I escorted him outside. As with every time we have to say goodbye, there were tears. Elaine hugged my mom and me when my dad was gone and we all went back into the house. When we got back to our guests, Tim told me that the little boy was back and that he was very sad. When I asked him if he knew why the little guy was sad, he said it was because I was sad. He identifies with me. Knowing that the little boy was there, I asked Tim if the little boy had thought that I was fighting with him the day that I made the comment about the swings (I mentioned in Granny and Little Boy), and Tim said yes, he had thought so. I have come to talking to the little guy when I'm near the room he mostly stays in, and Tim told me he likes that I talk to him. He said that his mommy never talked to him and his daddy was away so much he hardly ever saw him. So being acknowledged really comforts him.

At one point Tim said he smelled something burning and he went into the house, when he came back out he told me he now knew how the little boy had died. He had burned to death in the room he stays in. Tim said that, even though he died there, he still feels very safe in that room. So he seldom leaves it. He does not mind if the door is open or closed, as it's his safe space. I have boxes etc stored in the room and I asked him if the little guy is ok with the stuff in there. He said he does not mind the stuff; he plays around it. I now feel like I have three little boys and not two, as I now am really aware of the little boy. It may sound funny, but I say good morning and goodnight to him and I say goodbye when I leave for work and hallo when I come home. I told him I promise I will clean the clutter out of his room this weekend and Tim said that the little guy doesn't want everything removed. He said I have to be careful of cleaning too much. Therefore, I asked if I should leave some toys in the room for him, and Tim said no, he never had toys when he was alive, he does not play with them now. It is heartbreaking to think of the lonely life this little boy must have lived, and I at least hope that we brighten his days a little.