Day of the Dead
I don't live my life believing that I have a soul that will seperate from my body after death. I just can't wrap my mind around that way of thinking. HOWEVER...so many people claim to have seen ghosts, talked with them, and have witnessed paranormal events that I must consider it a possibility. I myself have had a strange experience that to this day makes me wonder...did it really happen, or did my mind make it happen?
On this Day of the Dead, I will tell you my ghost story.
My daughter was about five months old, the first grandchild born unto my side of the family. I was having a bad day and feeling exhausted from recently having gone back to work full time, then having to pick up baby from daycare, cook, clean up, do laundry, all alone with a baby on my hip. Evening bath time came and by then I was really whipped. Having nobody else to talk to, I talked to my precious baby while I bathed her. I began to feel so joyous watching her little wet pink chubby self thrash about in the tub without a care in the world. She was so friggin happy to be in that moment, it just completely elated me and erased the begrudging day. Her joy gave me energy to play with her and make bathtime last as long as possible.
Out loud, I began to count off things that I was thankful for. Remembering my grandma and how she lived on a farm, birthed three children within three years and had to pump water several times per day in order to hand-wash dirty diapers (plus the rest of the laundry and linens), hang dry everything, then chop wood to cook on the woodstove, and walk to town when in need of supplies because the only vehicle they owned was a tractor...I began to feel pretty fortunate and a tad guilty for having felt sorry for myself.
"After all", I told my little one, "I have a car to drive to work rather than have to walk. I have someone else taking care of my baby while I did the job that required sitting on my duff all day. I have running water, gas heat, a machine to wash my dishes, and machines to wash and dry my clothes. Disposable diapers and bottles! Need I ask for more? Why the heck should I complain? I tell you child, I don't know how grandma ever did it...and she didn't complain from what I'm told."
Just then, my baby stopped kicking and playing. She became very still and concentrated her eyes on something directly over my shoulder. As I leaned over the tub, with my back to the rest of the bathroom, the hairs on the back of my neck whipped up and I felt a slight breeze. My baby just blinked and curiously stared. There was a definite change in the room and a...prescence.
"I don't know about you, little one, but mommy has the creeps and whatever you're looking at you can stop now." I nervously giggled. She didn't stop. After a whole minute, which felt like a damned eternity, my baby smiled at whatever it was behind me. I verrrrry slowly turned my head to peer over my shoulder and...
Grandma. Was. There.
Just as my heart was about to explode and I was about to pass out...I blinked, and she...it...was gone. Baby acted like the moment never existed. She was back to giggling and kicking and splashing. I quickly wrapped up bath time and got the hell out of that room. Needless to say I was in no hurry for bed that night. I put baby in my room and only half-slept with all the lights on, the TV on, and jumped whenever a shadow caught the corner of my eye. Freaked right out, I tell you!
When I told my dad about this experience, he said "Your grandmother loved babies, especially at bath time. She would cuddle up to their clean little naked bodies and kiss their bellies and love up all over them. She was the type to take a baby right out of a mother's arms so she could snuggle with them and feel their chubby cheeks next to hers. Your grandma came to see her first great-grandchild...and you helped her get here by talking about her."
All I know is that sixteen years after her death, I saw my grandmother. As I think of her now and type out this story...home alone...the hairs on the back of my neck are prickly and I feel a slight chill. I cannot get the nerve up to look over my shoulder.
Today is the day to remember and honor your loved ones who have passed.
Happy Halloween, Grandma!





