I’m reblogging a post about hauntings from a year ago. It changed my life for the better to have such compassionate responses from readers, including many people I’ll never meet.
“Just because you don’t believe in something doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”
A strangely compelling Boardwalk Empire character–a World War I sharpshooter who carried his talents back to a morally complex civilian life during Prohibition–dispensed this worthwhile advice at an Easter gathering.
A fellow blogger whom I count as a cyber-friend writes movingly of her own life, love, and loss of a beloved mother. She wrote this morning that, surveying the bright colors of visible reminders of el dios de la muerte, she wishes she were “one of the haunted.”
She does not receive from her the mother the signals she hoped to receive–those elusive thin spaces in which she still can feel her presence.
I do not consider myself a believer in the afterlife in a traditional sense. But I am unquestionably haunted. I recently fled one haunted home, but remain surrounded by what I choose to believe…
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A great post. Have to say that being in a totally new stage of life has dispersed much of the haunting I might feel. My kids were mostly moved out when my Jim died…no returning to schoolyards and neighborhood events. He haunts brand new territory, so I know it’s not an external thing, it’s his inward inhabitation of me.
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