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Mama Ballenger

When I was nine years old I lost my beloved grandmother "Mama Ballenger" to cancer. She was the first person to love me unconditionally. No matter what I did, or how I looked, she would hug me and tell me I was her favorite. Her death was a true blow, I thought she was gone to me forever.

For a year I was inconsolable, I was depressed, I had no interest in school or friends, all I could do was grieve for the love I'd lost. One day as I was walking home from school, I heard her voice in my mind, telling me to look up, as I looked into the window of an empty business there was her smiling face, shining with inner light and love. I was confused and terrified. My grandmother was dead, how could I see her like that? I thought I was going nuts! I ran like the wind, I couldn't tell anyone, they'd put me away!

All evening long my heart was racing, I just knew something else was going to happen. I could feel a presence and I clung to my parents when it was bedtime. Finally it couldn't be put off any longer, I had to go to bed alone. I shut off the light and heart racing I jumped into bed, and threw the covers over my head, praying nothing would happen. Just when I had started to relax, I noticed the covers beside me begin to rise, as if someone else was getting into bed with me. I opened my mouth to scream, when a wave of love washed over me calming my heart. I realized that it was Mama Ballenger and she would never hurt me, even if she was dead. She hadn't come back to haunt me or frighten me. She just wanted me to know that she was fine, and still with me. And that no matter what happened, her love would never die.

The next day I woke up feeling better than I had in a long time. Fresh from dreams of the two of us laughing and talking and catching up like we always did, a little sad it was only in a dream. As I started getting out of bed I touched the spot where she had lay down it was still warm. She's been with me ever since and I know she always will.

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