Visitations

Uncle Thomas lived up to his promise.

He came to visit shortly after he left this plane of existence (died). I’ll never forget it. I lifted my head from my pillow and saw the left side of his familiar clothing – light blue jeans and a white short sleeved shirt with a collar and three buttons up in the middle. I knew it was him. It felt like him. I was awakened by his image or was it because I realized it was there. In a second he was gone.

But his presence remained in our home for at least six months. Little things like cupboards closed, which were usually opened, lights on or off and sometimes it felt cooler in the house, like someone adjusted the thermostat. It was never too cool in the house for him.

Have you ever experienced such thing?

Then, one night while drying off from my shower, I noticed a 3-inch picture of the Joker rolling paper man sketched in the mirror from condensation just above the sink faucet. I was amazed. I called for my 10-year-old daughter. She came in, closing the door promptly. At first, she couldn’t see it. When she stepped into the bathtub and looked at it from my angle, she too was amazed. It was gone in a flash. This continued for months. I tried to scrub the image off the mirror many times. It came back each time. I showed it to anyone who wanted to see it. People came over, I turned the shower on, and when it steamed up, the image appeared. Everyone was amazed. Unfortunately, I did not take a picture of it. I do have plenty of witnesses, though.

After the first appearance of this phenomenon, I took my son, four years older than my daughter, aside and told him that I thought Uncle Thomas was in the house. He agreed hurriedly and told his story about Uncle Thomas’ recliner that was in his room. When my son went to school in the morning, the chair sat in its normal state. After school, he found it reclined, like someone had sat in it earlier in the day. I was the only one home and never sat in that chair.

Time passed and I decided to ask my daughter. She thought Uncle Thomas was here as well. Her story includes an old typewriter of his and how it started typing one night.

We all got used to Uncle Thomas being in the house. We spoke to him sometimes. He spoke back with the image in the bathroom mirror. It became a comfort, especially so soon after he passed.

I have to believe that other happenings have occurred with others.

Backstory: When I wrote for a newspaper, I covered a story at a funeral home that held a service for loved ones left behind, a remembrance for those who passed away that year. I spoke with a woman afterward and she told me that her husband had been around her for nearly a year. She was amazed that I did not think she was crazy.

For some reason or another, people sometimes do not believe their eyes or even think what just happened was real. It is.

In my case, eventually, the phenomenon in the mirror started to lighten. It was sad to know Uncle Thomas was going onward.

And then, finally one night many months later my former husband and I were watching television. Out of the corner of our eyes we saw the ceiling fans move and stop. We stopped trying to explain the phenomena away. To us, Uncle Thomas waived goodbye.

So, yes, we do live on and on and on and on. . .

Blessings of Peace and Love