"Ghost" stories, eh? Well, we
are oftentimes surrounded by various presences. I won't call them exactly
ghosts, but they do exist. Just a matter of being awake enough/receptive enough to detect them is all.
I'll give you one real quick...
Back in '92, my mama went into the hospital with pneumonia and exhaustion.
Despite being in the ICU, doc said she'd be ok with rest. I had come down to visit her but had to leave and
get back home that Sunday evening for work the next day.
As my (now ex-) wife and I got ready to go, mama awoke out of her sedative-induced sleep and reached for
me to come close, the first time she'd been awake that day.
I leaned over and asked "what's up, mama?" Like I always did with her.
She smiled weakly at my familiar little loving query, then asked me if
I was ok.
I was genuinely puzzled by that; I jokingly blurted out "ME? I'm fine, mama, YOU'RE the one in the hospital!"
Stupid me....
She was making sure I was ok so she could let go and go on her way, which she did the next day.
I didn't catch that at the time. Density factor HIGH in me that moment....
Anyways, naturally her passing left all us kids pretty much floored, me especially (a proud mama's boy).
I was genuinely having a real hard time with it - until a couple weeks after the funeral.
I was dead asleep in the middle of the night, the kind of sleep we do when we're totally exhausted, when
I suddenly awoke, startled, the kind of awakening you do when you sense something is happening.
There at the end of the bed was mama, looking not sick at all, smiling.
Not quite fully awake, I said "what's up, mama?" like I always did, not recalling she had passed.
She grinned like she always did when I asked that, then asked me if I was ok - just like in the hospital.
And just like dumbass dense me said in the hospital, I said "me? I'm fine mama, you're the sick one!"
She gave a tug to the end of my blanket (she always did that, too) and then she was gone...
I fell back asleep like nothing had happened.
About 5 minutes later, I REALLY woke up and realized what had just gone on.
Mama had come to check on me one last time and everything would be a little easier from then on -
and they were.
Still miss you like hell, Mama...