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I’ve been browsing this forum for a while and would like to share something with you all. Please bear with me, it’s a bit on the long side:
Two years ago I lost my Grandfather (on my Dad’s side) to whom my Dad and I were very close. Looking at a picture of the three of us is like looking at the same man at three stages of his life, a young man, then middle-aged man and finally an elderly man. He and I loved to play practical jokes on one another.
My dad lost his hearing at 7 years old through Tuberculosis-Meningitis (He was one of the first to benefit from new developments in Penicillin) and my Granddad was the one who convinced him that just because his ears didn’t work it didn’t mean his brain didn’t. As such they were very close.
On the day of his death (which we had all been expecting for some time, but didn’t know when) a few strange things happened that have absolutely no explanation.
I was in my local River Island buying clothes for an upcoming holiday, I had been tempted to call it off but my Grandmother said that I had to go. My Granddad wouldn’t have approved of me doing such a thing.
The shop was on two floors; top floor for the men’s department and ground was for the ladies. I bought a few t-shirts upstairs with my store card I then went downstairs to where my fiancé wanted a pair of shoes. I went to the counter and handed over my card.
The cashier swiped the card, took a long hard look at me and picked up the phone. Bemused I thought perhaps this was an on the spot random security check. The phone was handed to me, basically the lady on the end of the phone said my card had been reported stolen! I protested and explained I had literally used the card a few minutes earlier. The account even showed my recent purchase, the operator satisfied that I was whom I claimed to be apologised and said a new card would be sent to me.
We left after paying by credit card, because my store card had been cut in two, I was convinced it was an administration or clerical error.
On the way home I decided to call my Nan and make sure she was around as I wanted to double check she was ok and not on her own. Oddly my mobile phone was blocked, I borrowed my fiancé’s mobile. I called my mobile network and explained the problem, the operator replied “I’m sorry sir, your phone appears to have been reported stolen!”
Mystified I explained that I had the phone and after giving the sim number and handset number etc. the phone was reactivated.
Later the same day I came back home (I lived with my parents at this point) and was greeted by my dad and we poured some large whiskeys. He was clearly upset and had come back from a business trip early, he felt guilty about not being around when it happened.
We spoke at length about time the three of us shared, I told him about the phone and shop incidents and remarked that that was Granddad’s last practical joke and he had got the last word.
I was shocked by what followed: Dad asked me “Do you know what time Granddad passed away?”
“Yes” I replied “about 04:05 this morning”
“Yeah, I woke up at that time and felt a strong urge to look at my phone”
He looked shaken, then leaned forward and passed me his Nokia communicator (a mobile that can send email, fax and text messages, perfect for someone like my dad) and told me to look at the Fax inbox.
I couldn’t believe it, at exactly 04:05 that morning a blank fax, with no caller ID or number had arrived on his phone.
Was this the final message to my dad?
Was this his way of letting us know he was okay?
Was this just a string of incredible co-incidences?
Please let me know of any thoughts and similar experiences. I hope this didn’t put you to sleep!
Many Thanks for taking the time to read my experience.
Tainted
I’ve been browsing this forum for a while and would like to share something with you all. Please bear with me, it’s a bit on the long side:
Two years ago I lost my Grandfather (on my Dad’s side) to whom my Dad and I were very close. Looking at a picture of the three of us is like looking at the same man at three stages of his life, a young man, then middle-aged man and finally an elderly man. He and I loved to play practical jokes on one another.
My dad lost his hearing at 7 years old through Tuberculosis-Meningitis (He was one of the first to benefit from new developments in Penicillin) and my Granddad was the one who convinced him that just because his ears didn’t work it didn’t mean his brain didn’t. As such they were very close.
On the day of his death (which we had all been expecting for some time, but didn’t know when) a few strange things happened that have absolutely no explanation.
I was in my local River Island buying clothes for an upcoming holiday, I had been tempted to call it off but my Grandmother said that I had to go. My Granddad wouldn’t have approved of me doing such a thing.
The shop was on two floors; top floor for the men’s department and ground was for the ladies. I bought a few t-shirts upstairs with my store card I then went downstairs to where my fiancé wanted a pair of shoes. I went to the counter and handed over my card.
The cashier swiped the card, took a long hard look at me and picked up the phone. Bemused I thought perhaps this was an on the spot random security check. The phone was handed to me, basically the lady on the end of the phone said my card had been reported stolen! I protested and explained I had literally used the card a few minutes earlier. The account even showed my recent purchase, the operator satisfied that I was whom I claimed to be apologised and said a new card would be sent to me.
We left after paying by credit card, because my store card had been cut in two, I was convinced it was an administration or clerical error.
On the way home I decided to call my Nan and make sure she was around as I wanted to double check she was ok and not on her own. Oddly my mobile phone was blocked, I borrowed my fiancé’s mobile. I called my mobile network and explained the problem, the operator replied “I’m sorry sir, your phone appears to have been reported stolen!”
Mystified I explained that I had the phone and after giving the sim number and handset number etc. the phone was reactivated.
Later the same day I came back home (I lived with my parents at this point) and was greeted by my dad and we poured some large whiskeys. He was clearly upset and had come back from a business trip early, he felt guilty about not being around when it happened.
We spoke at length about time the three of us shared, I told him about the phone and shop incidents and remarked that that was Granddad’s last practical joke and he had got the last word.
I was shocked by what followed: Dad asked me “Do you know what time Granddad passed away?”
“Yes” I replied “about 04:05 this morning”
“Yeah, I woke up at that time and felt a strong urge to look at my phone”
He looked shaken, then leaned forward and passed me his Nokia communicator (a mobile that can send email, fax and text messages, perfect for someone like my dad) and told me to look at the Fax inbox.
I couldn’t believe it, at exactly 04:05 that morning a blank fax, with no caller ID or number had arrived on his phone.
Was this the final message to my dad?
Was this his way of letting us know he was okay?
Was this just a string of incredible co-incidences?
Please let me know of any thoughts and similar experiences. I hope this didn’t put you to sleep!
Many Thanks for taking the time to read my experience.
Tainted
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