Gatherings

I stood across the room watching Meah.  She found a seat on the couch next to her aunt whom she seldom sees but two or three times a year. With everything that's been going on, all the get-togethers as of late she's had the blessed opportunity to see this side of the family more than usual.  Her father walked up behind me and he wrapped his arms around me.  His strong hold on me felt good, I felt safe.  I've always felt secure and protected in his arms.  We watched as she manipulated her hands in talk, her limbs taking flight giving animation to her words and he softly chuckled in my ear commenting "she's just like you."  I turned, taking my sight off her and planting my visual senses on his hazel eyes asking whether he thought that was a good thing or not. He smiled and leaned into me, his soft kiss on my lips answered my question.

We stood there a good ten minutes watching her.  A nine year old and forty one year old deep in conversation but I don't think her aunt even had an opportunity to speak.  When I asked her later what the conversation was about, her nonchalant reply to me amused me "Oh, you know, this, that and everything else " then she asked me "Is there really life after death?"  I didn't know where that had come from and I asked her if that was the conversation she had had with her aunt. She answered me with a questionable "no." She proceeded to ask me about a picture she saw on my camera from Christmas.

The blob on the right,
almost translucent we have no idea what it is

There has been a few strange happenings here in the domicile.  And although I'm hesitant in speaking of this with the fear of sounding "crazy" (I could cite a rogue blog entry here pertaining to me) at least I know now I'm not the only one who has witnessed these strange occurrences.  Besides the odd image in the picture shown here which I shrugged off as a glitch with the settings, although a second picture taken within a minute was fine, there have been some eerie, unexplained and unusually bizarre incidents going on.

I've seemed to have shrugged off the majority of these events, giving them little if any respectable merit at all. Just as I have with some individuals.  There was an evening I had awaken, got up to go to the bathroom and as I walked past the living room heading back to bed my sight caught a glimpse of a figure standing in the living room.  It frightened me and I was taken aback at the time but too tired and sick to think about it, convincing myself it was just my imagination especially since when I took a double take it no longer was there.  But the thing that disturbs me, which I don't know if she's even congnizant of but wonder now after asked that question, was the night I heard a loud bang from her room and I thought she had fallen out of bed.  It was after 2 am, I had been just drifting off to sleep when I heard the loud noise and I rushed to her room to see her garbage pail had been propeled across the room and its contents scattered on the floor.  After I checked on her and seen she was still tucked tightly under the covers and fast asleep, I picked up the can and garbage, on the floor among the scattered wrappings and crumpled papers her rosary lay.  I stood there perplexed wondering how and why that happened. And although a young boy died in a tragic accident here in the 60's  I've never had the feeling of uneasiness in this house until that night and I find myself repeating over and over in my head, it's not the dead you need to fear, it's the living.