I really have to tell you what happened today. I was doing a Partylite show earlier this afternoon, when one of the guests began talking about the ghost they ran into at Mission Point Hotel on Mackinaw Island, a few hours away from us. The conversation then turned to all of the silly little local places around us such as Dead Man’s Hill, the Tombs, and this other place (Catacombs?) near Birmingham. Then I began to tell them my favorite and totally true ghost story:

First, meet Great-Grandpa Bruno, the “Ghost” … who also is the spitting imagine of Kramer from Seinfeld! Am I right?

And, here is a wedding picture of Bruno and his bride, my Great-Gramma Rose, who I lived with off and on until she died when I was 19.

And the story begins:

My sassy 100% Italian gramma was laying on her couch one afternoon in the late 70’s, early 80’s when, all of a sudden, while doing her rosary, the chair started rocking next to her. in fact, it was this chair, my grampa’s chair.

By the way, just to make it creepier, he died while holding me, his little blond angel, as I was know back in the day.

Now, my gramma didn’t scare easy. She was so sassy she spit in the face of my mom’s peeping tom one summer afternoon while we were on a walk in East Detroit. Then she waived her fist and called him a “F-ing bastard” right on the street. She was tough like that.

So, she looked over at the chair, and all of a sudden Bruno appeared in a sort of hologram-type shape. And he told her “Rose, don’t go to California, don’t go” and then he faded out. She finished her rosary, took off her housecoat, and walked to her travel agents office and promptly canceled her yearly trip to California to see her daughter.

A few months later she and I were watching the news when we saw a huge mudslide that had killed a train full of people. Of course, gramma turned pale, ran and got out some paperwork, and discovered that THIS WAS the same trip she was supposed to be on!

And today, just as I finished telling this story, the lamp next to us suddenly flickered and turned off and all of the younger girls at the party screamed. It was just awesome … and I said “Hi grampa!” as I believed it was him saying hello to his little blond angel!

I totally believe in ghosts, by the way, as I think anything is possible. I have heard so many ghost stories in my life … and I also grew up in not one but two houses where someone had died.

I really believe my grandpa Bruno saved my gramma so that she could be in my life to protect me and provide a safe place for me when my mom went crazy, as she did from time to time.

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