My Link with My Grandma Conn

From: cathy holden (relestat@flash.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: chattanooga tennessee
Source: Form Submission

When I was born in a small community in Alabama wher there were very few telephones.. My great grand mother was sitting in the living room of my paternal grand parents home when she suddenly looked up and exclaimed " Wanda has just had a baby girl". No one believed her but as sure as the sun will come up in the mornings, as opposed to the evenings, at that very time I was born. We never talked much but I always felt comfortable around her. I think that by the time I had grown big enough to talk to her she had lost that ability through a stroke.

Well, as I look back now I realise that my time with her in my life was short. But one day we got a call at my cousins house that we had better come home grandma Conn was very sick. By this time we had moved to Chattanooga, Tennessee.

I was five soon to be six. Mother told me we would be going lto vist grandma Connn in the morning. "mom," I said " pack my yellow dress with the pink flowers". when she asked me why I told her I was going to wear it to Ma Conn's funeral. "But she has not died." Mom stated.

But she will and on my birthday.

Mom looked at me funny but packed the dress for me. And it came to pass that she did die on my birthday at the same time of day that I was born.

The ghost part comes in when we returned home . For days I had worried about where Ma Conn lived now not being old enough to understand about the concept of heaven or hell.

About two days after we returned home my mother send me to the bedroom to get a diaper for her for my baby bother on the bed was several stacks of diapers but as I entered theroom they seemed to turn to stone. And atop of these stones was Ma Conn. She set up and for the first time I heard her speak. "Cathy" She said "Don't worry child my time of woes are over and I am happy. But yours is just beginning. You must be strong and look out for yourself." And then she was gone and the diapers were back. When I returned to the living room Mom asked me what took me so long and I told her. But she never believed me!

But to this day and I am almost fifty I will remember the only word Ma Conn ever spoke to me.