Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Other Side

Last grandfather post, I promise.

There was one thing that happened that weekend that I hadn’t talked about until now, and it honestly is freaking me out a little bit.

As some of you know, I’ve been having some trouble sleeping the past few months. I keep getting this damn persistent back pain, and it often wakes me up in the middle of the night. It probably has to do with me being so perfectly chiseled and muscular. Honestly, I should start being a model for anatomy classes... my physique is THAT perfect.

What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, sleeping.

To help me sleep sometimes when the back pain has been exceptionally bad, my doctor gave me some Vicadin. Have you guys tried this stuff? It’s fucking awesome! They should just sell it out of candy dispensers at the supermarket!

Anyway, once in a while, when my back really hurts, I take one at night.

And when I DO take one, I am OUT for the night. I mean OUT. You CANNOT wake me up when I’m under the spell of one of these puppies.

My back was hurting pretty badly, so I took one the night before my grandfather died.

That night, for the first time ever when I took a vicodin, I bolted up in bed in the middle of the night. I felt like I just HAD to wake up. I looked at the clock, and it was 3:00 AM exactly. I stayed up for a few minutes, trying to understand why the vicodin didn’t put me under its usual spell, before I finally drifted back off to sleep.

The next morning was when we found my grandfather in the kitchen. He’d apparently gotten up in the middle of the night. The coroner never did an autopsy, so we were never sure of the exact time of death.

Now let me just say for the record that I am NOT a believer in the supernatural. Things have happened in my life which I cannot understand. Maybe I will talk of them one day. But, as much as I’d like to believe that my grandfather somehow reached out to me in the middle of the night as he died, I just chalked this up to an eerie happenstance.

Until last night.

My step-sister-in-law called me from Alabama to see how I was doing. We are not very close, but she’s a pretty nice chick, and we get on well enough. She is a very spiritual person. She’s into the whole supernatural thing, has been involved with her share of séances, palm readers, that sort of thing. She also cared a great deal for my grandfather.

She called to ask me if I knew what time he died exactly. When I asked her why, she told me that the night he died, she bolted out of bed at exactly what would have been 3am our time, and couldn’t fall back asleep. She said she had had a vision of my grandfather.

How’s that to put a chill down your spine?

I am still not going to say I believe in this ‘other side’ stuff, but I am smart enough to know that there are things in this world that we are not smart enough to as yet understand.

For now, I’m content to leave it at that.

Addendum:
I finally finished counting the coins in my grandfather’s change bucket. For everyone who had asked me how much money was in there, the total came to $150.00. $150.00 EXACTLY! To the penny. How weird is that?

43 comments:

2abes said...

wow, you are right, there is alot that that we cannot begin to comprehend, it did put the chill down the spine. And don't stop posting about your Grandfather.

B.E. Earl said...

I'm uber-cynical about stuff like that just as you are. Still...

Dr Zibbs said...

That is pretty freaky. And did you notice that 150 with another 0 is 1500 which is 3:00 military time? PM but close enough.

James said...

Slyde, believe me it's not freaky at all.

I had similar but even weirder stuff happen when my father died. I don't tell many people about it, but a couple I have told recounted the same type of experiences.

This thing we call reality is just a working premise you know?

The spiritual stuff...that's where the real meaning of life is.

I will email you.

Chris H said...

I don't believe in the 'supernatural' either... but some things DO happen during our lives that just cannot be explained..... this is one of them obviously. I had a weird "HAVE TO DO IT" thing some years ago... where I had to see the clock say 11.11pm EVERY NIGHT before I could go to sleep..... this lasted for about 3 months... then my brother was killed in a car accident at that time! WEIRD. I still find myself glancing at the clock some days and bugger me if it isn't saying 11.11 am/pm ! It is freaky. The change! Hope you are going to do something good with that money!

Steph said...

Well, I DO believe in the "supernatural" -- I've had too many experiences that I cannot explain. There is more to life than what the five senses can detect.

And don't think that you can't make a Grandfather post when you want to. No one here will begrudge you that. Besides, it's YOUR blog, damn it.

Slyde said...

abes: glad to know i wasnt the only one chilled a bit

earl: im uber UBER cynical

zibbs: lol! that made me laugh :)

james: thanks. i would love to hear about it..

chrish: im sorry for your loss. i didnt know you lost your brother. that is indeed another freaky story. seems like everyone has one..

steph: i know, and thanks. i just feel like i'm brining people down with stuff like this.

usually my witty banter keeps people in stiches, you know...

Being Brazen said...

freaky thing happened to me too the night my gran died. I woke up at about 5am. and then 10 minutes later the phone rang in my moms room - and I knew that she was being called because my gran had just passed away.

Thanks for sharing your story, slyde

Slyde said...

brazen: the more people i tell of this, the more people who have had similar stories.. weird...

Ali said...

I am a firm believer in the supernatural - I find it very comforting - only occasionally freaky.

But I have no doubt that you waking up like a bolt was the moment your grandfather passed, absolutely no doubt.

The week before my grandma died of brain cancer she told me she didn't want to be alive anymore. She said all she wanted was for someone to tell her it was okay to let go, because people kept telling her they weren't ready.

She slipped into a coma on a Sunday night. Monday when I walked into her hospital room I asked everyone to leave, sat on the bed, and told her that it was okay. I said we all knew deep down that she was ready, and that though we loved her, we knew it was time for her to go.
She opened her eyes. While she was in a coma. I called everyone else back in the room, then I kissed her goodbye and ten minutes later I was at my parents house sitting on the couch when I heard her say my name. A moment later the phone rang and my mom told me she was gone. Eerie.

Anyways, sorry about the long story :) And don't quit talking about your grandfather - he's part of you, and you're the reason we read your blog.

Bruce said...

This just touches on my thoughts about the bigger picture that I wrote about in my blog "The Great Puzzle". We can speculate on it all we want, but in the end, we are just infants trying to understand a forest, by the time we die, we 'think' we know what it is....but have only scratched the surface.

The Great Puzzle:
http://lotus07rant.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-puzzle-blog-in-three-parts.html

Slyde said...

ali: that certainly is a wild story. touching too. thanks for sharing it.

bruce: i couldnt agree more...

teeni said...

First - why on earth would you promise to never post about your grandfather again? We read because we like what you write and people always write better when it is something they are passionate about. I would hope you've got lots more to say about a man who was so special to you and we don't mind hearing. And honestly, it doesn't bring us down. Your memories are good memories. :)

Second - that is freaky about you and your step-sister-in-law waking at the same time on that very night. And isn't 3:00 supposed to be the "witching hour" or something. -Eep!

Last - That is weird that it was $150 exactly. I wonder if he knew the amount and was saving it for any particular reason.

Paige Stanton said...

Cool. And weird. But don't stop telling us stories about your gandfather.

Shania said...

I believe in the spiritual, and frankly I'm a bit pissed that not ONE of my grandparents can be bothered to visit me from the beyond.

Michelle J said...

Hey Slyde:
I think your story is freaking cool!!! You have an incredible bond with your grandfather!! One that cannot be broken, even in death! I am fascinated by it all.

This is a good thing Slyde! You have your grandfather in your heart!!!

Don't be freaked out by it all! It's amazing!!!

Holly Hall said...

I believe there are lot of things that don't make practical sense but this is the magic of things no?

And no, I won't accept that this is the last post about your Grandfather.

My grandpeople were all dead by the time I was five (obesity and smoking--big sock i tell ya)

So, no. Not allowed to stop sharing his (and your) specialness.

And not the kind of special that rides the short bus!

ok that's all I got


GO SLYDE GO!

:)

Holly

Holly Hall said...

NOT SOCK, shock

all done now!

hoooooooooooooolllllllllllllyyyyyy

AlleyCat said...

Not weird. My Grandma died at 10am in my year 10 english class. I looked up at the clock & said to my friend "G'ma just died". It was like a light or a switch went off. I didn't find out until I got home from school that arvo as my parents didn't want to upset me & my sis.

$150-00 exactly is weird!

bobgirrl said...

OK, I'm going to try not to go all judgemental on you and shit. My comment is not about your "supernatural" experience. Shit happens. We all have them no matter what your beliefs.

But what kind of freaking idiot doctor gives someone Vicodin to SLEEP??? Sorry, totally irresponsible medicine. That shit is HIGHLY addictive. Yeah, "It’s fucking awesome! They should just sell it out of candy dispensers at the supermarket!"

No shit, Sherlock. Which is why (at least in California) every pharmacy has to enter who's getting this stuff and how much into some huge registry.

Stick with the single malt. PLEASE.

teeni said...

Oh, and did I really mess up your tagline at my blog?

Tamara said...

Freaky...

You mean that despite your obsession with all things supernatural (vampires, zombies etc) you don't believe in ANY of it? Interesting...

dizzblnd said...

I am a firm believer in angels, spirits, and all things supernatural.
MANY x=cases like yours have been reported in the exact same manner. This was NO coincidence. Your grandfather DID contact you and your SSIL. You are very lucky he thought enough of both of you to do so.

Caz said...

hey mister hope you well x

Slyde said...

teeni: i cant believe that he ever actually counted it. i have to chalk THAT at least up to a coincidence..

paige: understood.

shania: lol! have patience.. they'll get to you :)

michele: it is, isnt it..?

Slyde said...

holly: that god you corrected yourself... sock was throwing me for a loop there...

alley: wow. another freaky story...

bobgirl: do you know how much single malt i would have to imbibe to get the same kick i get from one of those little pills? :)

teeni: yes, you did. dont worry i wont hold it against you :)

tamara: what can i say? i keep my love of the occult to my movietimes...

Slyde said...

dizz: with everything people are telling me, i'm beginning to believe it honestly...

caz: thanks caz!

Faiqa said...

Don't you ever apologize for posting about your grandad... jeesh. I believe that we're all part of a unified energy, some people call it God, Allah, Om, Jehovah, etc.
Anyway, I think we're *all* connected via this energy field (yes, even to creepy pedophiles and serial killers) and that we're even more strongly connected to the people with whom we are in the most contact or emotionally close... so, no, I don't think it's weird when something like that happens. It's all very scientific. :)

Slyde said...

faiqa: i think that that is a very beautiful way to look at it :)

Bina said...

I definitely believe in that stuff. Things have happened over the years that just can't be explained and people want to say it's "coincidence" let them say it.

But my brother my Aunt were extremely close, like you and your grandfather. My brother was stationed in Germany. He had a dream one night that our Aunt came to visit him, told him goodbye, gave him a hug, and told him everything would be fine. She had a blue swearter on, the kind that buttons up the front. Well, when they called and told Rockie she died, he asked what she was wearing when they found her, and she was wearing a blue sweater.

So yea, I do believe.

And yea, $150.00, even?? That is weird!!!!

You muscular, chisled man you.

Candy's daily Dandy said...

I completely believe. The night my dad died, (I found him) after his body was gone, we were sitting in the family room talking and I swear I heard his voice say hello.. I said out loud, "did you guys hear that and my brother said to me,"dad just said hello".
Unexplainable but true.

Slyde said...

bina: another unexplainable story.. weird...

candy: that story just gave me the chills...

Anonymous said...

When my kid said "I don't believe in Santa", I said "That's o.k. Santa still belives in you.

You had yourself one honking good spiritual experience and yes I know you don't believe but....

Perhaps you should rewatch "powder". Don't forget what Einstein said about energy.

Being connected is a good thing.

Letty Cruz said...

Vicodin doesn't do squat for me. My sis Josie gave me one last year when I had a slamming menstrual headache and aches. I just numbed me but I could sense the pounding so to speak, hated it. When I told Josie, she looked at me like "what kind of freak of nature are you not to feel the Vicodin god's love" but just grinned and said "Cool, more for me!"

And about your grandpa, I believe. At least I believe enough that we go on some way because I know many people that have had similar experiences. Also, the night my dad passed away, I could feel a lifting away. I was awake when it happened but not at his bedside. I was in my sister Angela's car and she got the cell call, but I already knew what it was about. Also, it was feeling I had long afterwards, as if he is around but not in the same form. It's hard to describe, but certainly not the feeling I was afraid of having of a nonexistence, if that makes any sense. OK, love ((((HUGS))) and good night!

Elise said...

I'm sorry about your grandfather slyde. Its horrible losing someone you love.

I've experienced strange things like your sister before. I think everyone has the ability to tap into something that can't be explained once in a while. Its a nice feeling when it happens. Things don't seem so final or so lost.

xx

Slyde said...

anon: i loved your santa comment... i may have to use that one day soon

letty: i agree with you. and if you read any of the comments above yours, you can see that what you experienced was not uncommon.

elise: long time no see, stranger! it WAS a nice feeling..

honeywine said...

I'm not cynical at all. If everything is just molecules and energy reacting to each other, then why shouldn't our energy feel their energy move on?

Cuz said...

first of all, please don't stop with the grandfather stories, i enjoy reading them very much.

did u ever hear about "pennies from heaven"??? supposedly when someone passes away then send down pennies from heaven to tell us that they are thinking about us/watching over us. well let me tell you, everytime i think about grandma, i ALWAYS find a penny so i like to believe it's her way of watching over me.

p.s. No, I am NOT crazy....LOL

Slyde said...

honeywine: another believer..cool

cuz: i had heard of the term, but i never knew what it meant. you learn something every day ...

Heff said...

Thas some pretty scary shit !!!

Hey, have you ever thought maybe it's your MATTRESS causing your back pain ? May wanna look in to that....

Slyde said...

heff: i thought it could be, but i've tried sleeping in our guest room from time to time, and while the firmer mattress there seems to help a bit, i still wake up in pain..

Sass said...

I, for one, think that's pretty freaking amazing. I've got a story about my son...I'll have to post it.

And...I now realize we ARE a lot alike, because I'm perfectly chiseled and muscular TOO! And I cause myself a lot of pain being this sexy, TOO!!!! ;)

gina said...

Remember you are a spiritual being having a physical experience. That was actually C.S. Lewis, not me. Very cool story about your grandfather at 3:00 a.m.