Close to Nowhere
Have you ever seen a ghost? I have, one time, but that’s a story for another column, another day.
Recently, I’ve been very sick and spent some time in the ICU, etc. My oldest granddaughter brought me one of the late Pop’s crucifix necklaces to keep with me. She tucked it into a shoe so it wouldn’t get lost and told me about it later.
I’ve recovered, come home and I am regaining strength, etc., every day. Son Kris is taking care of me and deserves all kinds of medals and jewels in his crown! Pop was a great one to take care of sick people. He’d feed, and clean house and nag about anyone getting out of bed to play solitaire on the computer. (Kris is almost as bad about this.)
Since I’ve been home from the hospital, weird things are happening. I keep hearing bumping noises in other rooms. I’ll look over and Kris will be on the couch, playing on his computer and the dog will be right beside me.
If I’m reading, I’ll look up because I know someone else has come into the room. Kris and I have rattled around in this house by ourselves for over four years now, and I’ve learned about empty rooms. My rooms don’t feel empty now. It always feels like there is someone in the back of the house or in the kitchen or somewhere. And it’s a very familiar feeling someone. A couple times, I’ve even caught a familiar smell.
I don’t much believe in ghosts and hauntings, etc. I try to keep an open mind, because you never know, but still...
I haven’t mentioned this to anyone except my youngest granddaughter’s best friend Morgan, who is also one of my much-loved adopted granddaughters. She was at the house helping me with some chores and I heard some of my noises and was telling her about what was happening.
She looked right at me, laughed and said, “It’s Pop! He’s checking up on you!”
One of my theories is that when I was in ICU and trying not to die, Mere brought Pop’s cross up there. He came with the cross because he knew how sick I was and he was going to be there for me. He’s popped up here at the house to let me know I’m not really alone, that he’s there, offering comfort as he always has.
Nah, I know better. There’s no such thing as ghosts.
But, when I hear a noise, I still feel comforted.