Cheyenne said that I was one of the luckyones. I am able to "see" those I loved always. I guess in many ways I am lucky, but in other ways I am not. Sometimes it happens when I need to see that person, but sometimes it is when I least expect it, and I am totally freaked out about it. I have never seen my friend, the one who passed when I was thrirteen. Not even when I would visit with his parents for years afterward. He was killed by a truck right around the corner from his home in 1979, he was 13. Invincible, but an idiot, 13. I have been frightened for a whole year, with Patrick being 13. Now, I hope that I breathe a little easier, he will be 14 in a week. Probably not.
Once in a while, I think that I 'see' my grandfather. I was driving once, down a main road to the library, and there he was walking. He walked in the same direction that I was driving. Dressed in his blue work pants, striped button down shirt and blue wide suspenders. He loooked exactly like my POP. I did a double take, could have sworn that he smiled at me. he was gone a few minutes later when I dropped off the books and started home. I don't consider that a "ghost" I consider that a glimpse of what was. My grandfather looked as I remembered him, so maybe I was projecting what I needed into my mind. I don't have an explaination.
The religious among us would say that none of this is true, that it is doesn't exist, but sorry, I believe differently.
Maybe it is a look into the past, your mind allows, just so that you can feel comforted, or maybe it is nothing, and we as humans, desperately want proof of the life after. Our faith shaken, we want solid proof, in this the techno age. Where everything is just handed to us, in an instant, we can have music, information, be published writers, and anything our heart desires. Maybe we need to have internet proof that people existed in our lives.
OOPS, there I go again, maybe not internet proof, just something tangible. Something that we can wrap our minds around, something to find some sort of comfort in, is that it? I don't know, I don't always look for the tangible, I look for what I feel, what I need, I don't have to "touch" to know it is there, but I certainly would like to.
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I can't say that I've seen anyone that has gone on, but I have seen people that remind me of them. I have heard other people tell me of seeing someone who has passed away. I don't doubt it. I think some see more than others.
I love it when I have clear dreams with my parents in it and then I can remember it. It's so neat when you are talking with them and seeing them in your dream as they were. I rarely ever dream of them and wish I did more!
I have had so many things like that happen Miki. I truly get what you are saying. I have posted about a few things that have happened to me.
When my Dad died I thought that I saw him lots. I think that I wanted him to be alive so much because it was all such a shock.
I loved this post and thanks for sharing.
Take care xx
I don't see people but I see strong glimpses all the time of dead relatives in current family. My youngest son can put on a ball cap and drive our pickup into the sun and his silhouette is exactly that of my Dad.
I read all of the blogs I've missed. You've been a busy little girl. Things are busy for you and that's good.
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