Tears, the healing nature.... Options

[Pamela]

I read an article about grieving and the tears, I found it interesting...That a scientific study has revealed that the chemical content in tears of grief differs from the content of tears of joy. Toxins are released from the body through tears of anguish. I cant even begin to tell you the tears I have cried this last 5 and half weeks in my tears...praying for God to help me...to send me an angel because this was almost to much to bare, I now feel his presence, and comfort, I was in the kitchen last night cooking dinner and I felt the presence of my mom, it was a joyful feeling, a peaceful feeling, a gift full feeling, it was like the same thing I experienced when I was making xmas dinner for dad, the first xmas mom was gone. I know this sounds way out there but it is something that was real to me. I know now Mosse will always be a part of me, he is part of my soul, my spirt, my being, he is part of who I am. And I would like to think that when we all pass, we will see each other again in spirt and thank each other for being there while we were here learning about compassion, pain, love. Pamela

[deedee]

Hm-m-m. I do have Sylvia Brown moments with Oswald. He used to sleep by the sink in the bathroom. Since he had diabetes and failing kidneys, I used to leave the tap running a bit for him. He would wake up, drink, then doze off to wherever fur-buddies go. He always slept on one side of the sink. There were lights on both sides of the mirror over the sink. The spot where he used to sleep is still warm if you hold your hand about six inches above it. There are no pipes under there, and if it was from the lights, the other side of the sink would have the same warmth, which it doesn't.

I believe his energy is still there. I have asked a few other people to hold their hands there, and they all say that it feels warm.

We also have a ghost living in the house. The first owner was a gent who lived with his partner. He developed stomach cancer, and lost a lot of weight. He went to the hospital and died. The second owner of the house has two kids. He moved into a different house in the area, and he asked us if we had had any encounters with the ghost. He said that his kids saw a thin guy wandering around the house - which leads me to believe that it is the original owner. He also said that he woke up in the master bedroom one night and saw this guy looking at him.

When I was painting the walls in the basement, I had a radio playing. My husband came downstairs, and there was a sharp knocking on the door of the bathroom - there was nobody in the bathroom, nor was there any way that one of the cats had gotten in there. I told my husband to quit fooling around - he was scaring me. He said, "I'm standing right here. Did you see me do anything?" I had to admit that I hadn't.

One other house that we lived in was built in 1912. We were in the process of remodelling it before we moved in. Don (husband) was tearing out the lath and plaster, and was waiting for the drywaller to show up. He had set up his tablesaw in the basement, and heard somebody walking around upstairs. He assumed it was the drywaller, and went upstairs to talk to him. There was nobody there.

Before we moved out of that house, he had to fix some of the wiring upstairs. We had already moved into the second house (the one we are in now), and there was no furniture in there. He was working in the upstairs bathroom, and he heard somebody opening and closing the closet doors. He went out, and there was nobody there. The people we sold the house to said that they had done some research. A soldier came back from WW1 and moved into the house. He lived there until the early 1980s, and died. He died in the house. That might be who it was.

There have been studies done, and they say that people who have had numerous electric shocks are more susceptible to be in tune with the supernatural. Don is an electrician. The only time there is any activity is when he is around. Except for the warmth next to the sink. That I can feel - so our ghostly friend now has a cat to keep him company.

And, no, I am not nuts.