What really made it stick out tho is that I believe I was 8 y/o at the time. Maybe 7, maybe 9. Idk. Dude i'd supposedly met once as a baby thought I was his father.
You are applying worldly thinking here. It can’t be applied.
It was confusion, followed by horror after my parents explained. I kinda wish they'd lied to me. Dementia/Alzheimers still legit scares the hell out of me.
Re read what I said. If that don’t help, then you likely need to get right with The Lord, and accept you will go Home at one point, wether you want to or it.
Not dogging you, just digest what I said.
Yeah as an 8yr old, it was likely traumatic, like the time I was 10 or 11 and the neighbor walked in the front door and sat on our couch. Took a pillow and said this is mine. Brother and I were like da fuk? Grandma came over a little later and realized what was happening. Told us, “she is just older and sometimes when you get older you get sick and confused”
lol I said, you ai t like that. She said “I’ve been lucky” Grandma died of a decaying heart. They tried to prepare it but the arteries we’re degenerating in their hands “docs actual words”
After she died I found a little business card flip calendar page from 1984, she wrote on it “the day I lost my love” when my grandfather died of cancer.
She lived 7 more years and finally decided it was time to go home.
Interesting story there, what you see if you look. Her check book looked like a librarian and accountant had a kid. The last 4 weeks were gibberish, litteral chicken scratch.
Her brother told me years later she went on vacation with them (rv camping) on the second sat, she looked at him and said “I’m ready to go home”
He said well we will head back to (city) Tuesday. She said (city) is not my home, I’m ready to go home.
For a, what I still think was a true man of The Lord he failed to recognize it.
She was dead 4 weeks later.
When he told me, I knew. She knew. No one else in my family saw it.
She used to haunt my place (I bought it from dad) I renovated it. She’d raddle the pipes. I replaced all the pipes, there was nothing to raddle left. Finally one night o screamed at her, STOP IT, I know you are here, I’m good with it, if you don’t like what I’ve done then find a way to tell me how to change my direction, else let me get some sleep, I only thought you’d be proud of all of this.
Never happened again.
This was well before I found the path.
Strange how in hindsight all these things add up to now.