I remember the first one we went to. It was full of brush and was overgrown with small trees. You couldn't even tell it was a cemetery. As we began to clear the landscape, the graves became visible. I was fascinated by reading the headstones as most were dated form the 1800's. My mind began to wonder who they were, what were like and how they died. I found coins on top of the headstones and I wondered who put them there. I picked one up, I was overcome with grief and sorrow. It was as if I was at their funeral feeling the pain of their loved ones.
One man's grave in particular caught my attention. The grave had sunken in and the lowering device was still outlining the grave. The hand cranks were still inserted on it but the belts used to support the casket were long gone. It was as if they never finished the burial. To this day, I remember the dates on headstone; 1801-1869. As I recall, he was last one to be buried at this cemetery. He lived a full life and saw so many things. My imagination began to run wild. Was he here during the Texas War of Independence? Did he serve during that? What brought him to Texas and what did he do here? I stood there mesmerized.
Soon I was overcome with sadness I felt that something must had happen for them not to finish the burial. My sadness turned to determination to finish what should have been done over a 100 years ago. I moved the lowering device and grabbed a shovel. I started to fill up his grave with the dirt we had brought for planting some bushes. I found a rock that made perfect foot-stone and cleaned the headstone. I stood at the base of the grave and said a prayer. I then bent down and placed some wild flowers I had found next to the headstone. As I stood back up, there he was, standing there. I could see him clear as day. He was dressed in a black suit with a ribbon bow tie.
I wasn't scared at all, as a matter of fact I felt an overwhelming rush of calmness. We looked at each other and he smiled. I remember feeling at peace as he turned and disappeared.
Although it was a very surreal experience, I felt a sense of satisfactory from it. I never spoke to anyone about it and never shared the experience until now.
Number Three-The Call
When I was in 8th grade I lost my uncle to a car accident. It was devastating because I loved him very much. To this day, I think of him often. He will quickly cross my mind literally out of nowhere. No rhyme or reason to it.
I recall a time when I was 25 or 26 years old and living alone. I was watching TV and the phone rang. When I answered there was only static so I hung up. I didn't think much of it. I figured they'd call back. I went back to watching TV and the phone rang again, this time was a high pitch static and the person on the other end said "Hello?". However, before I could answer them, the call disconnected. I thought maybe it was one of friends calling and they had a bad connection.
After awhile, I forgot all about it and was getting ready for bed when the phone rang again. Once again, nothing but static but this time not quite as bad. I said "Hello" a couple of times but nothing. Just as I was about to hang up the person on the other end answered.
"Lance? This is your Uncle Jerry. Tell your mom I'm alright."
The call then disconnected. My heart sank over what I had just heard. The voice on the other end did sound like him but how could that be?
I immediately did a *69 but got a recording saying the number I just dialed was no longer in service.
Shell-shocked about what just happened I quickly called my mother. I first said that what I was about to tell her was going to be unbelievable but it truly happened. Surprisingly she was very open and non-judgmental about it.
I remember her telling me that she thought of him often but recently had been thinking of more than usually.
I guess sometimes the need to comfort the ones you love knows no barriers.
As I look back at these 3 experiences, I wish I would had accepted the fact that things were not always black and white. There are truly grey areas and you need to pay attention to those. I feel if I would have been more open after those experiences, my family wouldn't have suffered as they did. I think we should all be more open to the belief that there are things out there and if you don't pay attention or respect them, we may pay the price.
So, with this all being said, I continue to encourage anyone who is suffering through something to get help as soon as you can. If you are experiencing things that you just can't explain or try to dismiss as nothing, accept and learn from them. If you don't there's no telling what may happen.