Everlasting Crafty Creations

"Now lets hold hands," he says. We reach out to each other without a single word. I'm game! I tried to hear what he was saying, but since my hearing isn't always keen out of my left ear, all I heard was a bunch of mumbo jumbo. He had his head down almost as if he was praying. I, of course was watching him. Darling daughter had taken her cue from him and was also looking at the floor. After about a minute he sits up, lets go of our hands and stares between the two of us. I had the urge to turn and look but I knew I would not see a physical body so I didn't bother. Then he picks up a yellow legal pad and starts writing. You could have heard a pin drop in that room. He stops, stares ahead and then writes some more. I watch him write 75 and underline it a few times.

"I see a small dog. He has come up and sat between the two of you."

Great! Which dog is that? I have had many dogs over the years, so no clue. But he does get better.

"Two men are walking up. Wait, a woman. She wants you to know she is better now. " He reaches towards his hip and asks me if she had an illness there. Well, he was reaching for his left hip and she had fallen out the back door and broke her hip. Somehow, I wasn't surprised. Then he went on. "She wants to thank you for taking care of her. She knows you went back and forth. She also wants you to know she's glad she went before she lost it and went crazy." At this time he touched the side of his head. I laughed. My mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor when she was 49 and her youngest sister had alzheimers. I am guessing the back and forth meant I was in and out of the hospital with her all the time while trying to take care of my six young children and lonely husband.

"Do you know what that means?"

Mr. Man had given instructions not to talk much or we might interrupt the dead and he might miss something, so I gave him a short "yes."

"I see two men. One of the men is sitting in the back, in a chair. He is very quiet." I think of my father, sitting quietly with his legs crossed. "He is holding a glass, not saying anything at this time. Maybe it's tea." I'm picturing a short highball glass with whiskey and water.

"The man wants to thank you for letting him stay in the house. You could have put him on the street. He wants to thank you for taking better care of him than his own family." Mr. Man ask me if this is my father. Mr. Man looks confused. lol! Welcome to the club.

"No, " I say. "That is my step-father."

"Did he pass soon after someone? Like a short time after your mother?"

I look at darling daughter because I'm not sure what a short time is. Step Daddy died about four years later. Darling daughter looks at me with a blank look. "I don't think you are talking about them." I stuttered. Mr. Man is really confused by now. So am I.

"Lets go on. Who's Edward? I see an Edward." Well I don't know who Edward is! We have such a large family how could I know. My mother had ten brothers and sisters and three half siblings! I have cousins older than my mother! Between first, second and third cousins, there are over 250 of them and I doubt I know more than 10 of them. And only one I actually talk to!

Now my face must have said it all because Mr. Man says "I think that is a middle name. Yes, Edward is his middle name." Thanks, I am thinking, that sure helps alot. I shake my head (don't know why) as if to clear it and come up blank for an answer.

"Lets go on. Sis, did you lose a young woman around 30? Did you lose your sis?" I lost my sis but at birth I told him. "No." he says. No what I think? "No, this isn't her. "

Then he explains that sometimes when he opens a door others from the spirit world sometimes get thru that aren't related and aren't suppose to be there. I can accept that.

"The man wants you to know he is happy that everyone is enjoying going in and out of the house." Which house? We have our house, the rental property behind us. My darling daughter just moved into my step mom and dads house. Which house? Who is this man?

Mr. Man starts drawing. "The house is sitting in the front with a big yard behind it." So now I am thinking it is the house darling daughter just moved into six months ago.

"He wants you to know he is happy that you all split up the money and are happy." That's a subject I like not to dwell on. Good thing I am easy going and don't hold a grudge. Okay, now I know this is my father.

"I see someone passing soon after a loved one. He grieved himself to death." I'm still thinking about the house and money and missed this one. Darling daughter caught it and explained it to me on our way home. He was talking about my father grieving himself to death after my step mother passed. She died in February, he died in August of the same year.

"Did you miss his passing?" No, I didn't. "Were you gone?" I went to get my brother from the airport.

"No, I was there. I walked in, put my hand of his chest. " I said, "Daddy, Larry is here." Daddy took one last breathe and scrunched up his face and died.

Mr. Man says, "He was already gone before you got there. He didn't want you to see him pass. His spirit was already in the spirit world."

No reaction from me! I was just thinking how my dear brother had to be dragged down here.
I had called him that morning and said I just couldn't do this any more by myself. That dad was in hospice and it was just a matter of time and Larry needed to be there. Of course he hee haws around and says his wifey poo doesn't want him to come. I lost it! Put her on the phone, just put her on the phone! Then he got scared! He shoulda been. I was ready to put my foot up a few azzes and move em slowly. He says, I'll call you back and tell you when to pick me up. He knew better than to cross me at that point. I had just become my mother.

"He wants to thank you for taking care of him. He says you took better care of him than he did of you." Lets face it, I take care of everyone. No surprise there, but I was surprised he admitted it. My childhood wasn't bad but he was gone a lot. I'm not one of those kids that was damaged or at least I don't consider myself so. Daddy drove a bus during the day and worked as a bartender on the weekends.

Least I bore you longer, I have things to do today. So I will finish this story tomorrow, maybe!