Thursday, September 15, 2011
Our Dearly Departed
This left me with a bit of a mystery. There was clearly someone upstairs. My dogs saw it. I saw it. It was an adult person. I sat down to ponder whether or not both the dogs and I had accidentally ingested LSD when my husband came home. He reminded me that his mother had died two years ago last night. He was sad. I had completely forgotten about the day because I forget all birthdays and anniversaries by default, but now I had to wonder if my unexplained event and the date were related. I've heard stories of ghosts that only return on the anniversary f their death. Perhaps this is what I saw. I saw my mother-in-law going upstairs to check on the grandchildren she loved so much. I hope so. There is actually comfort in that thought. There is comfort that somehow those who have left us can still come back and check on us and make sure we are alright, that they can love us from afar even if we can't always see them. It is certainly more comforting than my accidental ingestion of LSD theory. Either way, I'll light a candle for my mother-in-law today. She and I had our differences, but I miss her now that she is gone.