Blink 3x

Yesterday we celebrated grandma`s 82 nd birthday and I couldn`t help thinking of what it would have been like had she been here with us, on her birthday.
Last year, we ate cake, drank champagne and had lots and lots of fun. She cried. I asked her why. She said because she felt  it would be her LAST BIRTHDAY. I told her no way, she still had to see me get married, have a child and so on. She said yes... but I felt like she knew something on a level that I could not understand at the time.
So, do people really know, feel when they are about to die? Maybe, or maybe they just have premonitions.
I strongly believe in the paranormal, I believe in mediums, clairvoyance, premonitions, the 6th sense, pretty much everything related to those.
I myself have always had premonitions, good or bad and they have come true, almost always. Sometimes I have premonitions while sleeping, other times during the day, for example once I was about to cross the street and for a second an awful image thundered my mind-me being hit by a car. I froze. Good idea, I have to say. Although the lights were green for me to cross the street, a car came racing. Spooky to say the least. Coincidence? No, nothing in life is just a mere coincidence. Everything happens for a reason, a purpose.
Also, I dream of my relatives who passed. I dream of the things that I should be doing in my life.
I also have the wonderful gift of seeing good and bad energy, be in in people or places. Ever since I was very young I could ,,see,, who is gentle and good and who is mean. Also I love houses because they contain energy, good or bad, depends on who lived there and what happened there. That`s why I prefer moving into a new house. In the past years I have been house hunting, looking for a place to rent and I must say, some of those houses were awful. Not in terms of looking shaggy or smelling funny. No, after I entered them my heart started beating faster, my palms were sweating and I had this urge of getting the hell out of there. They were older houses, people live and died in there, however the positive energy wasn`t as strong as the negative energy.
I feel the same way about people. I just know, I can`t explain how, that someone is good and has good intentions. It`s like I can see inside their souls. A few times I have met people who scared me when I looked into their eyes. Also I could feel a negative energy around them. Later it turned out they were mean and had ulterior motives. I was right. From that moment on, I have never ever not trusted my instincts and my intuition. I believe intuition is our invisible connection to God, Divinity, call Him whatever you like, He is there. Not on a fluffy cloud, but out there in the universe. The more I learn about nature and science the more I know that there is a GOD. Our universe is amazing, how can someone NOT believe in a higher force? Everything happens for a reason, everything is perfect in its own way.
I`d like to study anthropology one day, I love it, because I love people and mankind. Man can be evil, capable of destruction, war, hate, crime but also man can be good, capable of love, art, compassion. Everything comes in pairs- Yin and Yang, black and white, good and bad, sunset and sunrise, female and male and so on.
My grandmother died in the hospital after suffering a stroke at home. She was hospitalized and lived for 3 weeks before passing, on March 10th, 2009. I visited her daily, fed her since she was paralyzed. She recognized us, she nodded yes or no, she understood, however she was unable to talk. That must have been awful for her.
A week before she died she went into a coma. The nurses said when we arrived, that she went into a coma the night before and never opened her eyes after that. I sat down on the bed next to her and talked to her, told her how much I love her and that I am grateful that she is my grandmother. Then, she opened her eyes. I got up, scared and confused. Wasn`t she in a coma? We called the nurse and she was surprised yet she told us it is quite normal. Her face didn`t agree with that. I stood in front of her bed and she looked at me. She could not move, talk, smile, not even nod yes or no like she did the days before.
So I asked her to blink three times if she can hear me and understand what I told her before. She looked into my eyes and blinked. Once, twice, then a third time. She knew I was there, she WAS in there, her soul was there, her mind was there, not functioning right because of the stroke but still.... I talked to her and then I asked her again to blink, in Hungarian this time, her mother tongue. She blinked. Three times.
That moment I will always, always, always remember. She was saying goodbye, I just know she was. She was asking me to let her go. And I did, I never returned to the hospital. The night after I visited her for the last time she went into a deeper coma and she died a few days later. I knew I shouldn`t go see her again because on an unconscious level I would try to bring her back. And that was not what she wanted.
Her body was slowly dying and her soul was tired, she wanted to go home. Not home as in home but home as in setting her spirit free from this world. She knew her time here was over, she accepted it and I had to let her go. That`s what she wanted.
And I did.