Anyone who knows me knows I loved and respected my father and mother...My father died in 1984.Mom passed away this past December 21,2006....She had been ill sense September 21,2006.She was on  a ventilator in the ICU for 2 months. Then she was moved to a rehabilitation center. She was having problems getting off the ventilator and this so called rehab center we were told was the best and the only one near us so we could stay with her. Her room number there was 782.The room was not the best looking it was large ,gray the walls were warn and the floor stained with age....The feel was that of a tomb......Mom tried to make us think she liked it, but we knew she didn't ,we had no choice though..

 

When dealing with the elderly on Medicare your choices are limited...My siblings and I took shifts,

being with mom. Mine was usually from 9a.m. to about 7p.m. then my brothers and sisters would come in after work and spend time with her usually up until midnight.....Mom would be at ease when one of us was around. She had her good and bad days but usually we did good keeping her calm. Each day they would turn her ventilator down 1 spot she seemed to get use to it....One morning I went in mom looked scared.

 

I asked her what was wrong. She would just shake her head no and seemed to get in better spirits...

When It was my time to leave she would grab my hand and mouth stay...I would say mom I am tired I need to go home and rest. Most of the time Schmon my wife would be with me and she would be tired too.  I would go home bothered that she seemed scared...I thought that maybe the night shift would do something

to scare her

 

                Then one morning I came into moms room, she was asleep. I was alone Schmon ,stayed home that day...I sat down besides moms bed and I was watching her sleep...Then the alarm to her ventilator went off...I jumped up, just as the nurses rushed in....They looked at mom, she was octet machine just went off by itself. The nurse left and I sat down, the alarm went off once again...The nurses ran in and reset the ventilator. The nurse smiled at me and said must be out ghost, and walked out of the room. I just sat there and looked at mom...Mom slowly started to wake up, she looked at me and smiled. I said mom. have you seen something in this room that scared you...She looked at me tears in her eyes and shook her head yes...All of a sudden my chair was push backwards against the wall. Moms eyes got big, and she coughed trying to say help.....I jumped up and said" spirit here me I am not afraid of you"...The TV came on by itself..

I said" spirit do you mean us harm"? There was not an answer....I told the spirit in a firm voice not to scare my mom again. I felt a tug on the back of my hair...It was not a friendly tug either...

I told mom I would fix the spirit tomorrow when I came back to see here, that I would make it leave. The

ventilator went off again ,and the nurse came in...It was now 7p.m. My brother Robert came to do his shift.

 

I didn't mention the ghost to him I really didn't need to freak him out more then he already was about mom.  The next morning I came in alone again, I told Schmon what had happened I had to deal with the ghost myself....I went in mom was sitting in a recliner asleep. I said" spirit do you wish to go to the light"?

I sensed something dense start to materialize above moms empty bed, and a smell of death reeked the room. The smell of rotten flesh is about what I can tell you....Then I felt the air start to get thinner. I went into my pocket pulled out some holey water and splashed it throughout the room I blessed every inch of the room including mom.....I told the spirit it was banished from this room never to return...Then moment I did that the room brightened up and a smell of clean air filled the room. The room glowed with Christ light energy...Mom started to wake up and saw me standing by her chair. She looked at me and smiled. She knew I had kept my promise.....I don't know what was there in that room. I don't know if it was a past patient, or a demon trying to draw energy from my weak mom...I just know I had to deal with it...So if you ever come into these same circumstances ,see if the room has a ghost......Pay careful attention to the person your seeing in that bed. They are they ones that you have to take care of..

 

                                                       Willie Wind walker Gibson