Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Neighbor Lady's Ghost

She lost her husband last year after a long illness.
They were an adorable couple, the kind of people you always dream of being when you grow up and grow old with your beloved spouse.

She stopped by our house this morning just to say hi while the husband and I were working outside.
She mentioned that she's finally getting around to sorting through her hubby's clothes. As you might imagine, it's a difficult chore which she's decided to tackle in little pieces, starting with his pants and working her way by catagory through his closet.

Then, almost as an aside, she said, "He came to visit me this morning."

Oddly enough, this did not surprise the husband nor me. We've watched the neighbor lady walk around her yard in the past year, and it is clear to us that she is conversing with her man. It's a little heartbreaking, yet rather heartwarming if you think about it.

So, conversationally, the husband asked, "Did he have anything interesting to say?"

"No," she chuckled. "He didn't say anything. It was about 2 o'clock," she explained. "And there he was, standing right there by the bed wearing his pajamas."
She said she sat straight up in bed and spoke his name in the way you'd scold someone for startling you.
"Then, he walked out the door and through the wall, and he was gone."

She shook her head. "I don't know if that was a message or what it means."

I suggested, "Maybe it means he really likes those pajamas and he wants you to keep them."

"Maybe so!" she laughed. "Maybe so."

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