LoisAnneGrant

Ever since I can remember I called Lois … Lois, and not Aunt Lois. Actually she told me to call her Lois around the time I started grade school, and that familiarity seemed to be comfortable for both of us. I can remember exactly where I was standing at the time she said it … in front of the stove in her kitchen on 143 Klondike Street, Stratford, CT. I find it somewhat perplexing that I still remember that particular event as well as I do.

I can’t tell you why I felt so comfortable calling her Lois at such an early age, but I knew it felt right. It was totally contrary to what I had been taught by my parents … they insisted that I address my elders by Mr., Mrs., Miss, Aunt, Uncle and so on. I’ve felt a very close relationship to Lois that I sensed to be much stronger than an Aunt and Nephew bond, and I did not truly understand why until recent years.

For many years I thought what I felt must have been brought on because we were born on the same day of the same month, and that she took care of me for quite an extensive period of time during my younger years. I also added into my mental analysis the fact that we both had the same birth mark below the knee on our leg, mine on the right leg, and hers on the left.

The same day of birth and the same birth mark could be considered to be a coincidence, but many learned people have openly stated that there’s no such thing as a coincidence. In recent years I learned the basis for the driving force behind my strong feeling of kinship that far surpassed the Aunt / Nephew scenario, and it has everything to do with being siblings in a previous lifetime.

I felt an emptiness settle over me the moment I learned Lois had passed, but it quickly turned to joy when the realization hit me that her years of suffering had finally come to an end. A few days later, on April 7th, my joy grew to new heights … on that day I knew for sure that she was at peace. Lois appeared to me, and so did other deceased family members, friends, and a stray dog named Kelly that I had brought to her while I was in my 20’s. Lois didn’t say anything to me that day, but there was no denying the serene look on her face, and serene does not adequately describe the peacefulness that her facial expression conveyed.

She and other family members appeared to me once again on April 8th, but this time her visit was somewhat different. Kelly preceded her, followed by another pet dog, Brandy, and this time she smiled and said hello.

I have always been a bit of a prankster, and although Lois had not been a prankster, she could certainly be categorized as a jokester. On April 15th I think Lois may have changed roles. I leave my keys on the dash when I park my car in the garage, and at 2:00 PM on this particular day, just at the moment that I swung the door shut and could not stop it, the door locks popped down. I tried to grab the handle to stop the door from closing, but by the time I did the door had already clicked shut.

I did not, nor could I have accidentally hit the door lock button … it is located on the inside of the door, up near the dashboard where the window buttons are. The first thing that popped into my mind as I stood there looking at my keys sitting on the dash … I’ve got an electrical problem. However, within just a few seconds it hit me that it may not be an electrical problem after all.

I got my spare set of keys, and after unlocking the door I opened and closed it at least 20 times. I closed the door the same way I’ve closed it countless other times, and I could not duplicate the incident. It’s now been a month and a half since the door locks popped down … it never happened before that day, and it has not happened since.

Back to what came to mind within seconds after the door locks popped down. My wife and I stayed with Lois for a few days during June of 2004, and early on the morning of the 18th, the day that we were leaving, I had a detailed vision of the inside of a car door that looked like it came out of the ‘50s. The door was suspended in mid air, and I saw nothing else but the door, its bullet shaped chrome door lock button, and the chrome ring surrounding its base. The door lock button popped down, and the moment it did the vision faded away. That afternoon my mother and her boyfriend dropped my wife and me off at the airport, and as usual they got out of the car to say goodbye. However, when they tried to get back into the car they could not. The doors were locked and the car was still running.

I’m convinced that Lois had made the door locks pop down just to let me know that she was paying a visit. She knew about the vision I had of the car door the morning we were getting ready to leave, and there’s no doubt in my mind that she also knew I’d tie the two events together.

However, that was not the end of the prankster type events for that day. At 7:45 PM, while watching a DVD, the system switched itself from the DVD player mode to the TV mode, and I couldn’t figure out why the movie we were watching had changed so radically. The controls were on a table beside me, and there’s no way for the system to change without using either the remote or the buttons on the surround sound system. I don’t remember who first figured out that we went from watching a DVD movie to a TV program, but when we did I looked at my wife with what had to be a dumbfounded look on my face as I said, “I think we have a visitor.”

She asked me, “Do we know who it is?”

Spirit told me yes, and then she asked, “Who is it?”

I heard loud and clear – “Lois.” The surround sound system never changed on its own before, and has not since, and no similar events have happened since that day. Simply put … my Aunt, my friend, my sibling stopped by to say hello, and she wanted to make sure I knew it was her. She may still be paying visits to us, and just as I wrote those words I received confirmation that she is.

May God continue to bless her and those whom she loves.