1980-dad
The title seems befitting since these are the years my father, mother, mother in law, father in law, and several friends died. I didn't cry nor was I grief stricken though admittedly, I cared for all of them. Some more than others.
Looking back, as a young girl with two children, I thought life was good. As the months passed, I began to encounter chills accompanied with the hairs on the back of my neck standing up tingling as though I were being threatened with an ever present danger. I combatted these feelings if thats what they can be called, by turning off the office light and going upstairs where everything was cozy and safe.
As the months continued to pass my routine was the same. I knew when dad was near and I hurried to rush upstairs. I didn't need a watch to know it was almost 10:30PM. Like all good things that must come to an end.
My 12 year old daughter, Kimberly , screamed and was in total shock. She raced up the stairs falling to her knees, screaming 'Mama, Mama" and threw herself in our bed shaking and screaming. I managed to calm her down by holding her tightly and rocking her back and forth as best I could.
"Okay you're safe. Tell me what's the matter? She screamed with her voice trembling, "I saw Grand Daddy! He was wearing a yellow jump suit and a yellow hat and I could see right through him!" The end result was that she slept with her dad and I for one year at 12 years of age. There was nothing we could do to convince her to go back to her room located immediatly off of the hall.
I pondered what I could do to rid our home of this problem. Why was my dad coming back. Why could she see him and I only "feel" his presence? That answer I would not find but I remembered how he use to come over and collect comquats from our tree.
The following day I got the saw and cut the tree to the ground and drug it limb by limb to the street for the garbage collectors. Whatever happened to us except for our daughter sleeping in our room was gone.
I no longer had this tingling and uneasiness at 10:30PM....I felt at peace....UNTIL...
1983-mom
We attended the funeral and returned home. Again I busied myself raising my family. I remember I was in the bathroom which overlooked a one thousand foot den upstairs. I heard these gremlin like noises and turned my head.
There I saw this facsimile of what was supposed to be my mom? If so, Dinky as we called her, had missed the boat. She was about 2 feet too short and was waddling alongside the front of a huge wrap around sofa rambling toward others who were also very "short" and making strange non intelligent noises.
It all happened so fast I would have to guess that they noticed that I saw them and suddenly they vanished. I can't even use the word disappear because that I have seen, this was more a vanish. I did not speak of this to others.
1986- mother in law
Sophie was her name. Sometimes we got along other time we did not. She was a small frame little Greek lady who was very judgemental and she passed away in the summer of '86. Again, I did not cry. My grandson was born in Sept 87 and at the age of 9 months I had him in a walker in the kitchen of this same house that we lived in for 32 years.
I was busy rubbing the polish in hard on my dining room table and not paying attention to Kris our baby who was laughing so loud for a long period and then I looked up. There was Sophie bending down over him wearing a white A line dress with short petal sleeves playing Pat A Cake with our baby.
When she realized that I was looking at her she went backwards as if on rocket skates and disappeared beside my vacumn cleaner that I had covered with a cute mouse skirt. I remember saying, " You don't have to go. It's Okay! I have to go to the bathroom please watch the baby until I get back"
I thought this would give her some time to spend with her great grandson because she definently did not come to see me, that's about the only thing that I knew for certain.
After finishing in the bathroom I came out and the baby was sitting so nicely in his walker, too young to scoot about. At the time, I did not realize that she had taken what I said literally because she did not go.
I continued to pretend that I did not notice her because I felt that she wanted to be in her son's home and he had never seen anything so let her be!
My last falling out with my mother in law two years after she had left this earthly world came when I was again in the bathroom overlooking the massive den putting on my makeup. There was so much noise and distrubance coming from her that I stepped out into the den and screamed, "Get out of here! Get out of her right now and don't you ever come back!"
Later, I felt bad about screaming at her like that since I had invited her to stay. I still feel bad about it but to this day , I have never apologized.
1991- father in law
George....his name was George...I repeat his name because he was such a pepper in life. Always had to be the King, always had to know what was best for you, but let me not go into putting up with George.
He passed away in 1991. Sorry to say, I don't even remember the month but what I do remember is Mark my husband and I were watching our big screen TV in the same house I mentioned to you previously with the massive den and Mark said, "I'm going to bed now hon, I'm tired." I said , "Okay and after a few seconds I looked over the sofa to see if Mark was okay. And what I saw was:
George! He was walking up the stairs that led into the den wearing a white pin stripe shirt and dark pants, certainly not what he was buried in. I thought this is my opportunity to count the seconds I will see him and if he sees me?
When George entered the den and began walking to our bedroom to see his son, I had begun counting. I was proud that I was sharper than he was. I would never let my family see me if I dare to go back and "check on them". Ofcourse we will all make sure our family is okay before leaving this earthly life , it's only natural.
I am watching George with my chin pinned atop that burgundy sofa and I am counting. I reached 15 seconds and then I turned back around looking at the television. All the while there is a camera beside me and I thought, "Should I try to capture this?" "What can he do to me if I take his picture?".... The answer NO came to mind...
Many questions have entered my head through this lengthy encounter, " Why do they have to appear and walk as we do if they are energy? Are they trying to communicate? Are they lost or are they unaware that they are dead? No answers have been reached.
2001- margie my half sisters mother
Margie married my dad in 1950 or thereabouts; they divorced in 1960 and Margie was murdered in 1965 in Memphis
I had been writing a novel entitled, Murder in Memphis and I had gotten to graphic in detail on the subject of sex. I was just trying to make the book more interesting and I still think a lot of what I dramatized was at least half truths, but never you mind...
Once "again" I am in the bathroom upstairs that overlooks the huge den getting dressed and applying my mascara. All of a sudden, I went flying across that bathroom and landed into the door on the other side.
At that moment, I knew and I said, "Awright Awready! I'm sorry! I did not mean to upset you! It's over! Finished! No More..." I am sorry!
Robin my half sister and Margies daughter and I were two peas in a pod and we loved each other. I called her and related what happened!
Robin responded by saying, " Is that who it is" Last night I was hollering at her saying why did you leave me and my bed fell to the floor!"
I answered, "Robin your mother is angry. I promised her I would not continue writing her story and you must promise that you will not say anything to upset her" She agreed!
At this time Robin and I made a promise.."We know you can come back. We know this well no matter which of us goes first we promise not to return" We both agreed
Robin passed away in 2003 and I have not felt nor seen her. Thank you Robin
2006 michael - a sailing friend
Michael was a sailing friend in our club and we spent many years at various functions together. I am in another home now across the Lake from New Orleans.
I am in the kitchen and my husband passes by me and doesn't even acknowledge as he goes into the utility room. "Mark, says I, you could say hello! How rude!"
It was then that I saw it wasn't Mark...It was Mike and though it was brief, it was Mike.
I just went on cooking ....
2007 billy, the convincer
What gives those of us the ability to see? I don't know! But I can see. So can my daughter and one of my best friends, daughter. I try to put a reason on it and know that compassion plays a big part. Truly caring about people
Billy was the son and grandson of a judge, a childhood friend who has lost his leg in vietnam in the mid 1960's. He was ALWAYS independant and wanted to open his own door, using his crutch as his only helper! He did not pity himself and kept the machine gun that shot his leg off in vietnam, well he kept it on top of his desk all the years he was a practicing attorney.
In Jan of 2007, Billy left this earthly life. I was on my way to his wake when I had a fuss with my husband and got out of the car. Looking back, it was all the tension from the loss. I didn't bother to call his second wife as I never did like her. She moaned all the time that he had this drinking problem but she had married two alcoholics prior to Billy so I found her boring and insincere.
I was in my kitchen of our new house smoking a cigarette under my vent a hood and enjoying my coffee. As usual, I put the cigarette out and emptied the ashtray.
Turning around I saw these bright like bubbles about a foot and a half off of my ten foot ceiling. It was as if someone were blowing bubbles as we did as children and they became more rapid and bright . Some were larger others small and all rapid...I stepped back and looked at the ceiling saying,
"What in the hell is that?" I continued to watch the bubble blowing...and then my eyes dropped further down and there in this bright fog like surrounding was Billy. He was smiling and his beard was trimmed perfectly and his coloring was pink and he looked marvelous. His smile continued so beautifully and I squinted my eyes and continued to watch his face for what seemed like a long period.
It was a while before my eyes dropped lower and I remember I looked at his right leg slowly and then I looked at his left leg again slowly. Again I stared at his right leg squinting and then once more to his left leg, squinted my eyes and .....
POOF....He was gone....into thin air......I mean Gone...
I have pondered about Billy since this happened in August of '07 Eight months had passed. I worried that he would get in trouble with the Lord who surely must not want anyone to do this after passing from our Earth?
Billy was always doing things that he shouldn't be doing. He was a dare kind of guy...I recapped the surroundings he was in ...a bright fog though I saw him perfectly. He had on shorts. Something that he never wore due to the loss of leg.
Why did he come to see me? Why not his longer friend Mark, My husband? Why?
Finally I remembered something I had said to him one evening at our club. He was feeling fiesty and he was rubbing it in that he had moved and he lived closer to the club than I did and I had to drive a long distance to get there and he in just a short time!
I said, 'Billy I am very happy for you. This is wonderful!" And he looked so shocked. However I was more shocked to think that someone as intelligent as O'Hara could even kid such a thing.
He went on, "Thank you Judy, Thank you" And then I added, " Billy, I wish all you had to do was close your eyes and you could be anywhere you wanted to go!"
Again, he looked at me and said, "Thank You!"
2007-Earline -sister in law
Earline left us in mid October....I made an announcement in my house here by myself, at least I hope I am by myself, Don't come here. I don't want you here. Go down the block thats where your house is! I have had enough....No More...
I was later on my computer ...My preferial saw a lady in my hall wearing shorts just for a split second...I expect her to return....and when she does I will continue on this blog....
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