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I was thinking of this the other day. And reading a couple of posts today about ghosts i decided to tell you all about the owl.
Now please don't judge me as a bad or mean or disrespectful person. This will have a lot of background that may seem unimportant to you but
it is something i need to get off my chest and it is what i FEEL.
I am really not sure where to start..at the end or in the middle....
My
grandmother (my dads mom) loved owls. She had enough owl knick- nacks
to open her own little store. Love all kinds. Not really sure why or
what fascinated her about them but i remember seeing a lot of owl
statues on top of her entertainment stand. Too many to count and over
crowded. The snowy owl was i think her favorite. My grandfather i
remember carved or burned an owl picture in a block of wood for her. It
was real nice,i think my parents have that now.
Anyway,
just so you know my grandmother was NOT a nice person. She hated my
mother and my aunt Gina. She disrespected my moms sisters constantly.
Her boys (my dad and his older brother) could do no wrong. Neither
could I. I was her first grandchild. And being a girl meant a lot to
her because after my uncle Bill was born she had a baby girl who died
shortly after birth. She said my dad almost died too. She was always a
little mean from what i could remember and we always said that my
grandfather was a saint for marrying her. I was lucky enough to meet
all my grandparents and even two sets of great grandparents. She was my
least favorite and the last to pass on. She was my least favorite
because of the was she treated my mother. Just as a little side note to
make your jaw drop my dad cheated on my mom and had another kid and my
grandmother said she didn't care and didn't see anything wrong. But
when my mom left my dad and she called up all crying saying I need to
get my mom back because MY DAD was all upset!!! ........
Funny
thing was is that when she was on her death bed with lung cancer who
was it that was by her side for a week taking care of her? MY MOM!!!
With myself and even Maria!! My dad hardly even went in the room to
look at her never mind take care of her!! He said he couldn't handle
it. Which is true in a way. we all took turns watching over her so the
other could get a few hours sleep. Just f***ing amazing.
I
know this has really nothing to do with "the owl" which i will be
telling you next but i had to give you a background. And i really
needed to talk about it.
A
few days after she passed away it was about 10pm and i was taking my
girls out for their last pee. I walked out the door and i saw no lie an
OWL sitting on top of the gate to get out of the yard. It is only a
couple feet from the door way. I had my two dogs on lead and it didn't
move!! I swear it was smack dab in the middle of the gate. I called
Maria down. She came running down in her bathrobe not knowing why i was
calling her. She stopped dead in her tracks. Never said a word!! The
owl stayed a few seconds more and flew off!! My girls never barked at
it either!! Maria and i just stared at each other for a few
minutes...We knew it was my grandmother. Never saw the owl again.
Freaky!
Laurie