What I know About Death Part 2

Like I said in my previous post, not everyone goes up the same way.  I’m going to share an experience I had when I was two years old.  This was my first involvement I had with the paranormal.  It involved my great grandfather and his suicide which I witnessed.  It’s part of my book (but this is a summed up version).   I feel it’s important to reiterate that we are all dealt with individually and again, we do not have the same experience so if you read someone’s book about heaven or hell you may not see it the same way when you leave your flesh. There are things I saw, and I’m not able to share with people, and when you read books about other’s experience in heaven, it could give you the wrong idea that you’ll have it the same way.  I was warned, and so were others, yet they still write books and still made movies.  I will share what I can, but I’ll never write a book about it.

My great grandfather lived next door to us at the time.  He raised my father, and both were drunkards.  My poor great grandmother put up with a lot of stuff, but this one bright sunny afternoon she wouldn’t have to anymore.

It just so happens that my twin and I were looking out the front window overlooking the lawn when we heard a commotion from the right of us.  Then coming into view was my mother and g-grandfather.  They were both yelling, but he was crying and weaving while drunk holding a gun in his hand and swinging it around.  My mother saw we were peeking out the window and she frantically waved for us to get down.  She managed to move him to the driveway, where she stood at the edge, and he was at the other end by the opened garage.  Since we couldn’t see well, I decided to get down and run out the door and stand by her.

This caused more problems as my sister followed me and now both of us were in harm’s​ way.  He was blubbering and asking why she didn’t love him and said he should just shoot himself.  Well, my mom got tired of it and told him to just do it already.

The next thing I know is I watched him raise the gun, point it at his right temple and pull the trigger.  Instantly he fell backward landing on the cement on his back.  He was thrashing all around, and we crept up slowly as my mom reached for the gun and then picked it up.  She told us she had to call coroner to pick up the body since nobody survives something like that.  In her frantic state, she ran into the house thinking we were with her but we stayed behind.

Blood oozed all over the pavement and splattered blood reached into the walls in the garage.  I knelt down and sat beside him because he had stopped moving and I thought I could fix his wound.  I told my sister to go get bandaids from the kitchen.  She didn’t want to go at first, but reluctantly she went in to sneak through without getting caught to come back outside.  I sat there alone with him, seeing his chest moving up and down as he began talking incoherently, then suddenly his eyes opened.  His eyes were crystal clear like he had not been drunk at all and he wasn’t slurring his words.

He said, “Get away from me, I’m dangerous.”  As he tried getting up.

I moved in closer, and now my sister was back with the bandaids.  “I want to fix your ouchie,” I said as he laid his head back down on the concrete.  He didn’t fight as we tore away the wrappers and stuck what we could to his bloody wet hair.  They just fell off. My mom yelled from the house for us to come inside, but for some reason, I just couldn’t leave him there.  My sister got up and said she’d go so I could stay.

I laid my head down on his chest and felt his breathing, then looked up to see tears running out of his blue eyes.  Gently he said, “I didn’t know you loved me…  Had I known I wouldn’t have done this.”  Now he was full of grief, knowing the stupidity of what he’d done.  He tried pulling off his ring to give it to me, but his fingers were swelled, and then his belt buckle, but by that time, he was losing control of hands and fumbled and had me try, but my fingers were too little.  He put his arms back down and said, “I’d give you everything I have, but it’s too late now… And all the greedy people will get what’s in my chest full of treasures.  I know you won’t get anything.  The one person who showed me, love.”

I looked at him and said, “Don’t go!  Don’t go!”  I could feel he was leaving.  His breath was shallow as he struggled for more air.  “I love you, ohhhhh…  don’t go!” I cried in vain. And then everything became silent.  He stopped moving, and I knew he was gone as I laid my head back down on his chest and held him, looking at his shirt with the silver snap buttons.  I traced his face seeing his eyes staring off, and there seemed to be a strange feeling in the air.

Suddenly I began to hear music, softly coming from everywhere.  I looked around and then in the garage on the ceiling, it opened up so I could see the heavens.  It opened up like a scroll, with thunder and lightening.  There I saw my grandfather standing next to a large angel who was dressed in a white garment and holding my grandfather back as they looked down on me.  There was a staircase going up into the clouds and angels lined each step going up.  My grandfather tried to get away as soon as he saw me but the angel tugged his arm back forcefully.

He said, “I would have never done this if I had known she loved me!  Give me another chance.”  This time actually wrestling with the angel.

The angel replied, “You are no longer in control of your life, and it’s time to go see him. You live once on earth.”  He was stern as he pulled him up and started up the stairs.

“No, I don’t want to go, let me talk to her just one more time!” He argued, and then he looked down and said, “I’m sorry, I wish I had known.”  At that point, the heavens began to close like a scroll rolling back up.  He looked panicked but found that he couldn’t fight so he walked up with the angel until they were out of sight.

The heaven’s closed more, and the light of it shown down all around me.  I reached out my hands trying to catch gold dust and put it in my pocket.  The music soon faded and then I was left standing all alone and knowing this time I was never going to see him again.  I walked back into the house using the front door.  My mother was angry and asked where I’d been.  I told her what happened but she laughed then she noticed I had a sunburn on my face and she said, “You look different!”

I guess I was a changed person even though she didn’t believe me, I know what happened.  I don’t know what occurred later to my grandfather, but I know God is fair so everything is as it should be.

Coming up next is Part 3!

5 thoughts on “What I know About Death Part 2

  1. I love your writing, Kristy. It’s incredibly sad, but reading it is almost like being in the middle of a nightmare. Exceptional and totally heart breaking.

    1. Thank you, Kevin. I’ve lived a weird life and seen some weird things and you have too. There is a whole world outside of this one that most see until the blinders come off and it becomes a whole new category.

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