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When I was about 4 years old, I would see an old man in thick, black-rimmed glasses and a fedora hat, and I would talk
to him and call him "Granpa." He never said anything, but I would see him and talk to him all the time.
My parents
and everyone thought it was cute that I had an "imaginary friend." When I figured out that no one else could see him but me,
I could not understand why.
Years later, when I was flipping through an old family album, my mother showed me a picture
of her grandfather who died 10 days after I was born. This was the man that I used to see! My blood ran cold and my eyes started
watering.
He had only seen me once when I was about two days old. The last thing he said to my mother was, "You take
care of that baby." She had told me that he was very excited and really anticipated my birth.
I told my mother that
he was my so called imaginary friend; He was the one I used to see. I described to her that he wore black rimmed glasses that
were popular back in the 50s and 60s, a grey fedora and gray work pants.
She told me that he wore all those things,
even down to the old gray Dickies workpants. How would I have known that? I had never seen him before and never heard anyone
talk about him before.
He did not like to be photographed, and the one picture my mother had of him, she had to beg
him to let her take it. She had always had it put away in a safe place so as to not lose it (with three kids running around
the house snooping, she had to!).
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.
Albert Einstein
(1879-1955)
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Additionally, my mother was very close to him since he had been a caring and loving father to her while she was growing
up. About a week after I was born, no one told my mom that he'd had a stroke, and no one shared with her how bad his condition
was. Having just given birth, everyone figured she was in too delicate a state to go see him, and it would probably upset
her too much.
On June 10, 1971, my mother was lying in bed that evening, and was drifting off to sleep. She said she
raised straight up in the bed and looked at the clock, and felt an overwhelming sense of worry, but then a sense of peace.
About ten minutes later, my dad's mother knocked on the door and came in....to tell her that her grandfather had just passed
away. The exact time of his death was.....you guessed it....the very precise minute that my mother raised up and looked at
her clock. My mother still will tell me this and get goose bumps.
She has always felt that it was her grandfather's way of telling her goodbye. I and my mother would swear to this information
with our lives. I don't go around telling everyone because they will believe that I am a freak or something. But, there is
too much that happens to people out there to deny that there are ghosts and psychic phenomena.
Here is the only photo our family has of my great grandfather, Lewis (Pa) Otts. He died 10 days after I was born. He is the
man I used to see when I was small.
Alabama Ghost Hunter's
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