I may have told you all this story before, not sure, but true story. About three months after my mother passed away (I was 20 at the time), I woke up in the middle of the night to find her sitting in my chair at the end of the bed.
I sat up against the head board and started crying. She told me I was going to be fine and my life was going to turn out to be better than I thought it would. She told me she loved me, and then she was just gone.
It was weird since after she had vanished I was sitting up thinking that I must have imagined the entire thing, but her perfume was in my room, and it lingered there for an awefully long time.
I know I've told this story to many friends and co-workers and they all smile and say things like, "Possibly." or that condescending, "All that matters is that you believe it."
But I know it happened. I was never weirded out by it, though.
Max Blyss wrote:Months and months and months and the whole thing is still just an intersection at Dipshit Lane & Chip on my Shoulder Ave.