*This story I am sharing with you is my life experience of what helped me learn about living with my physic abilities & how impactful people in your life can be.
I always believed everyone has an x-men power. Each of us possess abilities that we exhibit during moments in life were we must adapt.
I was 11 years old and it was going to be a year I will never believed would happen.
My grandmother on my father’s side her name was Vera. Who I cherish & love so much. She loved all her grandchildren and she taught me how everyone can be creative. She showed how nature is art & how art can mimic nature. She also taught me how to crochet. The main thing she taught me was having love for family and that love will always be able to get through anything.
How I loved her so much!
One morning the phone rang that woke me up. When no one answered the phone an hour later a loud knock on the door (bang, bang!) The knock was so loud it scared me because I didn’t know who was at the door. My father answer the door he said, “Brother! What are you doing here so early? His brother grab my father’s arm and took him outside to talk. I looked outside the window and I saw my father start crying and hugging his brother.
My dad walked in with his head down. Wiping away his tears with a cracked voice he tells my mother, “I must go my mother has died.” I over heard him and being young I run up to him and ask, “Who died?!” He hugs me and says I am sorry Joy your grandmother Vera has died, she passed away this morning.” I hugged him tightly holding back my tears and I let him go so he can be with his dad.
I run into my room crying myself to sleep. How much my grandmother was loved. At her funeral so many people came to her funeral telling stories of knowing my grandmother Vera.
That year I was so different I became more quiet.
Then a few months have past. My astray grandmother Jackie on my mother’s side. She was walking down the street and my father recognized her and pick her up to stay with us for a few days. The only memory I have of Jackie was telling her how much I loved her makeup & how beautiful she was.
My grandma Jackie asked me so many questions trying to get to know me. Then she says something that really intrigued me. She says, “Joy I want to tell you something & this means a lot to me to tell you. I have a super power God talks to me.” I was so amazed she had a super power. Because before her visited I believe in that everyone has a super abilities. She continues to tell me how special I am & how proud she is of me. She starts saying: “God also wants you to know you are going to be okay & that you have a power, too.” I was so fascinated I wanted to know more but she said, “That was the whole message to tell me.” I thanked her & gave her a big hug. I said my goodbyes to her & never saw her again.
About 3 months past by and my mother gets a phone call. All I heard was my mother saying, “ Thank you for telling me.” The she started crying. Once my dad came home she told him, “My mother passed away & my brother offered for our family to spend the weekend with him so the kids can be together and the adults can plan the funeral.”
This was the first time I meet my mother’s side. I got to meet my cousins, uncles & aunts. I was feeling weird because I was happy to finally know about my cousins but I was sad because I just meet my Grandma Jackie and now she is gone. It was nice to know that she got to see me before she died.
I still had to go to school not really having anyone to talk to I just stayed quiet and missing both my grandmothers.
Three more months past by and my mother had a close friend who she would say is her 2nd mother and made us call her our third grandmother. Her name was Ruth. She was really nice, had such a great smiled and pretty hair. I loved getting hugs from her because every time you would visit her she would squeeze you so tight to give you a big hug. She always made me smile. Then one day after bringing in the groceries the phone rang. My mother answered the phone and started crying. She said “NO! This can’t be happening!” No one told us kids what was going on but I noticed my mother not eating too much for the week.
…To be Continue….