Do You Believe?
Spirits. Some believe in their existence. Others balk at the thought of such a thing. My position on this subject takes on more of a first hand approach as I have had a few experiences of my own. But today, I am writing this post to share with you what truly occurred and which left me feeling rather anxious and a bit fear full.
I was sitting in my den/office/craft room reading, blogging, and tweeting. My mother in law was sitting in the living room, adjacent to where I was.
MIL: Why are those people here? I didn’t know you had company?
Me: We don’t have company. What are you talking about?
I walked into the living room to investigate what was going on.
MIL: Who are those two men on the couch?
Me: What?
MIL: Those two men with the pillows in front of their faces.
Me: (beginning to feel my heart come up to my throat) Mom, there is no one there.
MIL: Are you blind?
Me: (playing along) What do these men look like?
MIL: (shrugging shoulders) I don’t know.
Me: How are they dressed?
MIL: (shrugging shoulders) I don’t know.
MIL: There’s a woman now sitting with them. Over there.
Me: Mom, are you sure?
MIL: (getting up from her chair…moving the pillows on the couch) Now, they are gone.
Me: Mom, was it your husband?
MIL: (shrugging shoulders)
Me: Mom, was it one of your brothers?
MIL: No. They were small people. In suits.
Me: (wtf?…sorry, but I think this is appropriate use of the term under these circumstances!)
And then she asked me to do her hair. I obliged.
There are so many explanations which should be considered. Her failing eyesight has often confused a sleeping cat on the floor with a pillow or one of Jack’s toys. Her meds could possibly have an affect on her as well the Alzheimer’s.
Dare I state the obvious but am reluctant to put those words in print… Am I going crazy? Has my summer cold settled in my cranium?
(there are no photos to accompany this post for reasons quit obvious to all!)
Comments
Believe ... its less stressful ...
But I've also had my Grandma swear that General Patten was picking her up to go to Texas in his red truck and they were being chased by Cochise.
So I don't know...
My grandma saw little children frequently and became very agitated when we couldn't see them. Eventually my mom just started saying she saw them too and told my grandma they were waiting to play with her. That always made her happy.
Playing along is good for anxiety about missing a bus or train. Make sure they have what they need to get on the train, and let them sit and wait.