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Date Posted: 21:14:59 07/02/01 Mon
Author: Barbara
Author Host/IP: 205.188.199.54
Subject: Re: Ghosts? Don't you all laugh at me either!
In reply to: Doodle's Mom 's message, "Ghosts? Don't you all laugh at me either!" on 19:41:16 07/02/01 Mon

Okay, I'll bite, but you guys will never view me the same again. My best friend committed suicide 10 years ago. I knew for years that he would do it, it was just a question of when, not if. I begged and pleaded and threatened and I think he postponed it several times because he knew I couldn't deal with it. I let down my guard for a while and went out of town for a weekend and when I returned he was dead. No note, no goodbye call, nothing. For almost a year I was a zombie, no one to tell my deepest, darkest secrets to, no one to laugh with. We both loved the oldies, 60's type, and sang all the time. One of our favorites was Traveling Man by Ricky Nelson and we sang it a thousand times. Everyday on my way to work I pass the cemetary where he's buried and every morning I say good morning to him. About a year after he died I was on my way to work, listening to the radio, and Traveling Man comes on. I'm passing the cemetary and singing my heart out and just as I pass his grave I FELT him get in my car and sit down in the seat beside me. This is the bizarre part - I saw the seat cushion sink down AND I smelled his cologne (He always smelled wonderful) I actually pulled over on the side of the road and sang along with him until the song ended and he was gone, and I laughed and cried all the way to work. I don't know what it was - a ghost, some sort of psychotic breakdown, I don't know and I don't even try to figure it out anymore. He was with me and I have been very peaceful about his death since that day. I believe that "he" knew I couldn't move on without that. Whether it was a delusion or a "ghost" doesn't matter - I knew he was okay. Whew, sounds nuts doesn't it?

I have a really good "monster" story but I'll save that for Halloween!

Barbara

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