Thursday, October 21, 2010
Do You Believe in Ghosts?
It was back when my oldest was still just a baby. I used to have this routine when I put her to bed at night. I'd sit in a chair next to her crib, reach my hand through the railing and rub her arms, legs, back, and sing to her. I can't hold a tune, but I'd sing things like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". She'd eventually nod off. Kati always had trouble sleeping, but that seemed to help. Anyway, I found I looked forward to these quiet moments. The room would be dark, and it gave me a chance to unwind from the hectic day I'd had.
Then it happened.
One night, as I was singing to Kati and rubbing her arm, an image of a teenage boy popped into my head. It wasn't a physical thing. He wasn't IN the room with us. But in my mind I saw him so clearly. As if I knew him. He had dirty blond hair and this ornery smile. He was tall, lean, and seemed, I don't know, familar. The next night the same thing happened. His image appeared in my mind, only this time I had a stray thought about my little brother, Paul. Paul had died of SIDS, so I never really got to know him or remember him, I was too young. I wasn't sure why I was suddenly thinking about him.
The next night was more of the same. This cute, blond smiling at me, and then I'd think of baby Paul. The combination made no sense to me. After about a week of this, I finally caved and called my mom in the hopes she'd have some grand answer as to why I was having these strange...visions. I explained in detail what was going on. Mom got real quiet. My first thought was 'oh no, I've upset her by bringing up Paul'. We tended to not talk about him because it hurt her. Finally she spoke and what she said sent chills down my spine.
"Today's the anniversary of Paul's death", she said, her voice trembling.
I couldn't speak, couldn't move. The thing is, I never actually KNEW the date Paul died. It was just so hard for my mom and so we never really talked about it. The fact that I'd been seeing him in these visions a week before he died, and that I would call my mom on the very date that he passed away, well, it stunned the both of us.
So, what did it all mean? I felt there was something to this. A reason Paul came to me. After mom and I both recovered, we decided that it was Paul's way of asking us to remember him. We felt he was trying to tell us that he was okay and that we should remember him with a smile, not tears.
Things changed after that. For one, I never saw that smiling boy again. Also, mom and I started visiting Paul's grave regularly. I've talked to my girls about him too. Paul's wish was granted because we'll always remember him with love and a smile. :)
So, what strange things have happened to you? Ever have a spirit visit you in the dead of night?
Magically appeared by Anne Rainey at 9:34 AM