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Sunday Scribblings "Ghost"

Orb behind Peppers back June 20/2008

Mom always promised she’d tap us on the left shoulder after she passed, to indicate her presence. It wasn’t long after her death lights began to flicker. Being a newer home it seemed odd, it always happened during noted moments of importance to mom. Sometimes while playing cards, which she loved, during conversations of her liking, even times when she’d have been disgruntled. Afterwards I often joked “there’s mom again!”

At writers group I read a personal piece I’d written about my brother. Power went out for one minute. Interrupted the meatiest part of my reading, then flashed back on. Rather ashamed, I quipped,” Don’t worry it’s just my mom!” I felt her ire knowing she'd not have been please that I shared it with others.

Same orb follows Pepper June 20/2007 as she dances, mom loved ballroom dancing too!

Still very young Pepper came running out of her bedroom to tell me it felt like someone tapped her on the shoulder. I quizzed which shoulder it was. She pointed to her left one. Not wanting to alarm her I withheld my same experience that morning. I let it go, then filed it in my archives.

A few years later during my ugly divorce the lights flickered more than usual. Fast forward even further, living in a different home now; Pepper is sixteen or seventeen, a wise young woman with high ethic. One night just before she dosed off my deceased father visited her. Explaining he was there with the others, asking her to tell me that they love me. Pepper relayed her experience using my dad’s inflections. Keep in mind she’s never met my dad, seen or heard his voice since she was a newborn. He died of cancer six weeks after she was born, too ill to even hold her during those first weeks of life.

I took it to mean that dad was there with all my relatives. While alive they always hung out together. Dad repeated to Pepper “tell your mom we love her!" I had some issue with that growing up. Knowing they loved me, just not sure my mom acted as loving as she could have.

The following night my girlfriend was over, we sat in the living room chatting. Mid sentence in an unrelated conversation she looked up in the corner of the room, blurted out “Your mom is here, she says she loves you!” continued on with her original thought, not skipping a beat. It floored me, goose bumps rose on my arms. She wasn’t privy to what had transpired with Pepper the previous night. It was so nonchalant, yet she seemed compelled to relay the message at that very moment, before finishing her thought. The corner she looked up at has been known to capture orbs.

Orb over Peppers head, amongst her only three grandchildren.

Three years ago Pepper was playing Keno in a pub; playing the same few numbers for quite some time, winning a buck or two here and there she took a break and stopped playing for a bit. I was there, unlike my mom I’m not much of a gambler. Pepper quickly looked behind her rather confused. I asked what was troubling her. “Felt like something just touched my shoulder right here” She said while touching her left shoulder. There wasn’t a soul anywhere near us. “Quick” I said”Go buy some new numbers, its MY MOM.” She waited too long, the next numbers that came up were all of the numbers she’d been playing. Pepper is the daughter my mom wished she’d had. Already having been to Vegas she would have been more than willing to join mom in Reno. A gambling holiday was not my thing.

Look to the left corner, one huge orb, two small above the group.

July 2007 lights again flickered often. September 2007 after ignoring the constant flickering lights I found out my brother had been suffering alone with a personal crisis, not wanting to upset me. I regretted not heeding the signs. After Christmas when he had that polyp he was ignoring they started again. I made sure to pay attention and hounded him to have it removed. He did.

Many things have happened since, some eerie in nature, some comforting. When my daughter travels alone she always feels like someone is with her. While in Saskatchewan one morning, in dead of winter trekking the first steps in freshly fallen snow Pepper felt someone was there. She kept glancing back. Only one set of footprints. Her own! A second shadow assured her she was not alone. Could it have been a ghost? She felt a warm energy wrapped around her, in below zero temperature then she knew someone was there protecting her!

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