SO who were these ladies in white? I have spent years pondering this. I believe they were two different people, entities, or whatever. I know they were there so no one can ever change the way I feel or what I saw at those times.
The first was a woman of gold and white hair with a flowing dress of cotton or silk. The second one in my hospital room was of a white leather or stiff substance but had lines in the front that made it appear as leather. In both cases, of course, I was caught off guard but the images were meant to stay since I cannot change what happened and what I saw.
After over forty years I can stil see them in my mind, just as they were.
When I first mentioned it to Mom, she said she thought it was my Grandma Lil ian. At that time, I just let it go not knowing anything more than what my mother said. Looking back, I know my grandma Lil ian was born about 1908. No one real y knows because a lot of children were born at home and not actual y recorded. She was born in Claire City, South Dakota, USA. She died of a stroke in the fal of 1954 when my father was sixteen years old. My mother and father met at a dance when she was fourteen and dad was fifteen. So my mother knew Lil ian over a year before she died. My grandfather remarried later on.
I never met my real grandmother, I only knew my new grandmother. I loved her as a real grandmother. I didn’t know it was not my real paternal grandmother until years later. I am sure Lil ian would have been the same. My grandfather was not a very social person so he picked wives apparently that made up what he lacked.
So I believe it was her that came into my room before my operation, and appeared multiple times in my house. She would come up to me smiling, tap me on the head, then exit through a wal . Why I can see most of those confrontations upfront and ten feet away from my left side I do not understand. It was like a panoramic setting where I was there in my bed sitting up, but I saw this from different angles.
After my surgery I was awoken by a person who I knew was a woman though I never saw her face. I was on my left side facing towards the wal and the street below. Every few hours a nurse would come in and rol me over to the other side. I was in and out of slumber as I was moved and checked.
Laying on my left side I saw her on my right. That white leather dress. I could only see the mid-section of her and her actions. She was in prayer. Not kneeling but standing close to me.
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The statue on the night stand is stil a wonder to me. There is no way I could see that, even though I saw it behind me. It was impossible, but it was there. Such an ugly statue that was later found in a little girl’s room down the hal . What would you think?
At twelve years old you know very little about things in life. The first was visitation was out of love and not to be frightened of. I was scared anyway because I was young and unaware of these kinds of things. The second visitation was of a different source I believe. I was being told something I would figure out later.
Why would a woman show up in my hospital room dressed in what I think is a catholic type of dress with a statue of an ugly lady holding an empty basket? Why would she bother with a kid just out of surgery a couple of days?
As age comes so does experience and knowledge. At that age my brain was a sponge. As you get older it becomes more like Swiss cheese. There are holes in it that let the junk go out. You listen to people talk and at times you agree. There are other times you listen but thank your “Swiss cheese” that most of it filters out. Looking back now I see the difference that I didn’t see forty some years ago. I was a kid who could have gone down the wrong road. I didn’t.
Perhaps the second woman was evil. Why would you see this in a different light? I see an old lady with a basket. Why not something positive? It was not meant to be positive. So why was it there? I couldn’t see it physical y so why did I see it? I saw it because they wanted me to see it. Again I turned away from them. “Them” I am not sure or real y care. People believe things because they want to. Or believe things that make no sense or reason in this world. I cannot say who is right or wrong but I can sit back and wonder how they ever came to that.