{"id":419,"date":"2009-02-11T07:48:40","date_gmt":"2009-02-11T15:48:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/melaniehack.com\/blog\/?p=419"},"modified":"2009-02-11T07:48:40","modified_gmt":"2009-02-11T15:48:40","slug":"visitations-from-deceased-loved-ones-part-1a","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/melaniehack.com\/blog\/?p=419","title":{"rendered":"Visitations From Deceased Loved Ones (Part 1a)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\"><br \/>\n<em>\u201cMy great uncle Raymond was a real character. He was an old bachelor, and he had a personality that wasn&#8217;t exactly pleasant. When I was a child my friends were afraid to accompany me when I visited my grandmother&#8217;s house where he lived since he seemed mean and somewhat intimidating. He often walked around mumbling and grumbling, and instead of saying <\/em><\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\">hello <em> he greeted me by saying <\/em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\"> shut-up. <em> I knew he was kidding in his own strange way, but others didn&#8217;t understand this sort of teasing. I took what he said with a grain of salt, and I understood him. I was one of only a few people who really cared for Raymond, and I missed his unique personality when he passed away.<\/em><\/span><em> <\/em><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\"><\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\">\u201cThe only dream I ever had of Raymond seemed very real, and I felt as if the dream was an actual visit from beyond. In the dream I was walking toward a building, and I was surprised to see my uncle Raymond coming through the doorway. Someone was with him in the shadows, but I couldn&#8217;t make out who they were.<\/span><\/em><span lang=\"EN-US\"> <span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\"><\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span lang=\"EN-US\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\"><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\">\u201cI recall being overcome with joy when I recognized him. He was dressed in the same gray work clothes he always wore, and he looked healthy, happy and better than I ever remembered. It was a beautiful sunny day, and we stood outside facing each other. He seemed to communicate without speaking, and although he didn\u2019t say a word, I understood his thoughts. I responded by saying, \u2018You\u2019ve missed, me haven\u2019t you?\u2019 And with tears in his eyes he slowly shook his head to say yes.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\">\u201cI was suddenly whisked back into reality when I awoke to discover I had been dreaming. Although I knew this visit was only a dream, a very strange feeling lingered within. This dream was unlike any other dream I have ever experienced, and it seemed more like an actual visit than a figment of my memory and my imagination.\u201d<\/span><\/em><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\">~Anonymous<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia\" lang=\"EN-US\"><a href=\"http:\/\/melaniehack.com\/blog\/\/?page_id=75\" target=\"_blank\">Melanie Hack<\/a><br \/>\nAuthor of <a href=\"http:\/\/melaniehack.com\/\/\" target=\"_blank\">Who Killed My Sister, My friend<\/a><br \/>\nRead an <a href=\"http:\/\/www.melaniehack.com\/blog\/?page_id=74\" target=\"_blank\">excerpt now<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/melaniehack.com\/blog\/\/?page_id=83\" target=\"_blank\">TV Shows and Clips<\/a> about the Death of Cindy James<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cMy great uncle Raymond was a real character. He was an old bachelor, and he had a personality that wasn&#8217;t exactly pleasant. 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