I wonder about ghosts. I wonder about their existence. Are ghosts/spirits real? For lack of a better explanation/description are there creatures/people who have died but are wandering the earth. Can they reach from beyond the grave and communicate with us.
I truly am not sure. There are times when I think that the communication, the interaction that we think we have experienced is nothing more than an expression of our subconscious desire to reconnect with those we have lost.
That makes sense to me. The uncle and dear friend who died, well I miss them both. I think about them and smile. I wonder what they would have thought about my children. I miss their counsel and companionship. I miss their friendship and learning about myself and life through their eyes and experiences.
So it makes sense to me that my mind might play tricks upon me. It makes sense that it might try and convince me that something was there.
Earlier this evening I had a visit. I was working in my garage when I heard his voice from behind me. It wasn’t like one of those crazy horror movies. It wasn’t a whisper or a scream. It was just my name, a friendly greeting. For a brief moment I thought that if I turned around ‘D’ would be standing there with a big goofy smile on his face.
But I knew that was impossible. I was one of the pallbearers. I saw that he was buried. I shoveled more dirt on his grave than anyone. I remember his last days and I know that he is gone, but nonetheless I turned around.
It is seven years since he died and in that time I can think of two other moments where I thought that he might be here with me. I wasn’t afraid but I was surprised. I accepted his death a long time ago but life has its share of surprises. Wilbur had a talking horse, Casper is a friendly ghost and Bill Bixby’s Uncle Martin has antennae. Why couldn’t this happen.
On the other hand the anniversary of his death occurred several months ago and I can’t think of any one reason why I would think about him more now than during the summer.
As you can guess when I turned around there was nothing there. No person, no apparition, no spirit, not even Scooby or Shaggy. So I smiled and said ‘hello D.’ It probably was my mind but if not there was nothing lost in saying howdy.
Don’t know if there was a point to this, but sometimes that is the way that these things go.
Jaime,
You could be right. It is hard to say one way or another.
I wouldn’t dismiss it so quickly. Of course there is always skepticism around the supernatural/paranormal but sometimes our intuitions and fate is so strong, how could you not believe? One night when I was in Colorado, a friend took me out. We were headed towards the foothills and suddenly I got such a strong, uncomfortable vibe, that I started to sweat and just wanted to get the hell out of where we were (which was mostly openspace and some housing under development.) My friend said to me, “How are you feeling now?” I told him and he told me that every person he brought to the same location, had the same experience. Btw, those foothills were sites of Indian burial grounds, but who knows why we had such a reaction. That vibe has only happen to me a few other times, but when it hits, I take it seriously.
Curiosity has led me down many interesting roads.
Whilst I have not had such an experience, I often dream of relatives who have passed on, and think they are trying to connect in some way, or I am trying to communicate.
Sometimes I feel it’s best to just let it happen without too much analysis. Or i’ll go insane.