Stories


Eddie


I'm very interested is phone calls from the dead.  I have to be careful to whom I mention this because most people would think I'm crazy.  The reason I became interested in this is something that happened  in 1969.  My husband's cousin, Eddie, was in Viet Nam and was killed when the helicopter he was co-piloting went down in the China Sea.  A few  years later, a member of my husband's family told a strange story.  Eddie's mother, Hazel,  was awakened one morning at about 4 a.m.  When she answered the phone there was a lot of static, as if someway were calling from a long way off.  The static cleared long enough for a voice to say, "Mom?"  She responded to him but he didn't seem to hear.  He said "Mom?" two or three times, then his voice faded away.  Everyone laughed about it when my mother-in-law said, "Hazel swears up and down that it was Eddie."  I was the only person who didn't laugh, because I was thinking why not?  Why couldn't someone who has died communicate through the energy of the phone lines?
 
I didn't think much more about it until about 1988, when I saw a book at our local library, "Phone Calls From The Dead." It was written by two men; one was Rollo May, the other name I don't remember.  I read the book and became even more intrigued with their documentation of case after case of people receiving phone calls from the dead. Since then I have talked to a lady in Houston, TX who actually "talked" to her girlfriend after she had died (at that time she didn't know her girlfriend was dead). At the time of their phone conversation, she said her girlfriend sounded just as she always did, and only later did she find out that she had died several hours before.
A month later that same message came into my mail box. It was Memorial
Day, I had just been to his grave.

None of Lance's messages from his phone ever came into my mailbox. At
the time of his death the family all knew it was full, only he had the
pass code, it died with him. Through the year the phone company
informed me the messages would eventually delete out, but could not go
to another mailbox, not even on a share plan. We had two separate
numbers and phones.

This all has me baffled, and in someway comforted I feel in someway
deep in my heart he heard me.