I've had three that come to mind.
Keep in mind, that I don't seek these things out. I don't go looking for them. They find me.
The first was in late December of 2000, or early January of 2001.
My mom died in mid-December of the year 2000.
I took some time off of work, and on one of my first days back, (I was working at Sears at the time), a woman came up to my register to pay for her stuff.
She paid by check, and when she handed me the check, I looked at the name on it. The name was "Karen J. Zimmerman" (Not the real name).
Well, "Karen J. Zimmerman" was my mother's name!
I could feel my eyes get wide, my jaw drop, all color drain from my face, and I thought that I was going to faint, as I just stared at the name on the check.
I finally manged to stammer out an apology for my reaction, as I explained to the woman that she just happened to have the same name as my mother who had just recently passed.
I took it to be a sign that my mom had made it to Heaven, and that was her way of letting me know that she was okay and at peace.
I never saw that woman again.
The second paranormal encounter that I had involves my grandfather.
In 2004 or so, I decided to go to Salt Lake City to visit the Family History Library to do geological research on the my dad's side of the family.
This was just before I had a computer, or just shortly after I had one.
Anyway, it was the morning that I was to leave for SLC, and I work up early feeling anxious.
I went to find where I had hidden my passport, which was in the big outside pocket of my giant suitcase.
I don't know why I wanted to find it, I wasn't going to be using it, but I did want to make sure that it was where I had left it.
Now, I was the only person who used this giant suitcase.
My dad, when he would travel, like most guys, took as little as possible, so he never used this giant suitcase.
When I reached in to the outer pocket of this particular suitcase, my hand felt something hard, and metallic.
Confused, I pulled it out, and it was a medal given to my dad's dad at a VFW meeting, that had his name on it.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I got a spooky feeling, and I looked up to the ceiling and said, "Hi, Grandpa! How are you?"
Third and final one was one morning I was getting dressed for work, and I was sitting on the side of the bed, about ready to put my pants on.
My dresser was next to the bed, and on it was a flashlight, where you had to push a button at the bottom of it to turn it on and off.
Nothing was touching this flashlight, when it just came on all by itself.
I stared at it for a moment, when I remembered that sometimes ghosts/spirits like to communicate by turning lights on and off.
I decided to test/try this theory out, so I said out loud, "Can you turn the flashlight off, please?"
Hand to G-d, I swear, less than ten seconds later, the flashlight went off all by itself.
I responded by saying, "Thank-you! Good morning, ghostie! How are you today?"
I had always sensed that there was an unseen presence in my apartment with me.
It didn't bother me, scare me, or freak me out, or anything.
Here, where I live now, nothing.
Nothing paranormal has happened.
So those are my stories of the paranormal.
The Sky looks different when you have someone you love up there.
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