After Rob died, like RIGHT AFTER, I saw him. First it was at my pool therapy class. Guy who looked exactly like him and had a southern drawl was sitting by the pool, hollering to his son about trying a new swim stroke. It freaked me out and it comforted me somehow. Next it was at the mall. Then at a store. And on and on it went. On and on it still goes, just not as frequently. These days, it’s less me seeing him than feeling him around. And it’s not as frequent as it used to be.
With Mikey, he’s been gone since Monday and he finally showed up. I went out last night to a bar to visit friends. I was standing against a wall and at this point had seen everyone in the club walk by at least 17 times. Suddenly, from a dark corner, comes Mikey. Wearing a ballcap. He was smiling and enjoying the music, saw me, but then in a rush to get past me. He got near, pulled his cap lower, and squeezed on by. It was truly one of those moments that takes your breath away. I felt at once comforted and unsettled.
That’s how it always seems to go with my ghosts.
By the way, guys, thanks for coming to visit. It does make me feel better knowing you’re near.