Ghost shows seem to be all the rage these days. Everyone wants in on the action. I love watching the shows even though they spook me. I've always been sort of spooky.
For as long as I can remember, I have "seen" people that weren't there. I always catch people out of the corner of my eye but when I turn my head they're not there. And I'm not just talking about shadows either. I actually see people. Sometimes it's unsettling if I'm already feeling a bit spooked. My hair sort of seems to stand on end and I feel like I'm being watched. Other times I just shrug it off as if I were passing someone on the street.
For as long as I can remember, I have "seen" people that weren't there. I always catch people out of the corner of my eye but when I turn my head they're not there. And I'm not just talking about shadows either. I actually see people. Sometimes it's unsettling if I'm already feeling a bit spooked. My hair sort of seems to stand on end and I feel like I'm being watched. Other times I just shrug it off as if I were passing someone on the street.
When I was a young girl my grandfather passed away. My mother was totally devastated because she was absolutely nuts about him. I don't remember all of the details except that she was really, really sad. It's hard to see your parent devastated. It's such a helpless feeling. Anyway, the evening after the funeral, I was sleeping in my bed when I was awakened by something. I looked over at a corner in my room and there stood my grandfather. At first I was frightened, but in my head I heard him tell me not to be afraid. I instantly felt a calmness wash over me. Even though I was young, I knew for a fact that I was not having a dream. He told me to be sure to take good care of my Mom. Shortly after that he was just...gone.
I can remember that moment as if it were yesterday, not 40 years ago. I feel privileged to have had my Pop come to me. I'm not sure why he picked me but I'm glad he did. And you can bet that I'll be sure to take good care of my Mom.
I've lost some very good friends and family members over the years and have begged some of them to come "see" me but none of them have. Only my Pop. It's going to be really hard when I start losing people that I'm extremely close to because I don't know if they'll come to see me like Pop did. That permanence of them being gone will hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm not looking forward to it.
All I can do is live my life to the fullest, hope for the best and enjoy everyone around me as much as I can. Then, when I'm gone maybe I'll visit you out of the blue and you'll get to have the same experience I did. I was really cool.
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