I ABSOLUTELY believe in paranormal activity!

Through the years, I've seen things and I've "sensed" things but one evening took away any lingering doubts.

The day was Memorial Day, 2006. I knew something of my boyfriend's "talents" and never questioned him but didn't understand my own. During the course of our conversation we began talking about my grandmother who had passed away almost 2 years prior. He told me she was there, in the room with us. It was hard for me to accept even though I had other experiences before that. With one word, he changed my thoughts.

"Hush"

Through all of our time together, he never would have obtained knowledge of one of Gramma's favorite sayings to excited grandchildren who were being a bit obnoxious and loud. Gramma believed that children should be seen and not heard and when we were a bit too rambunctious she would admonish us with a simple "Hush". We didn't meet until 9 months after Gramma died.

A little while later I was crying, trying to reconcile that single word - "Hush". We were holding hands and I had leaned back with my eyes closed trying to understand how he could have known. In an instant, the hand I was holding changed and there is no doubt at all that it was Gramma's hand. I cried out, so shocked at the familiar touch that I missed so much.