23 years ago, I rode to the hospital on an ambulance (my very first ambulance ride). You see, I was in labor, and much to everyone’s surprise (but not mine)…I almost had my 3rd child at home on the toilet. (Because the hospital didn’t believe I was in labor earlier). The ambulance left my house at 02:15 on July 17th 1992. I asked the paramedic “You ever delivered a baby before?”…he said “No, but I saw my partner do it once.”….I said “Oh, that’s just feckin’ great.” I hee hee hee hoo’d all the way, not stopping for any red lights. We got to the hospital at 02:25, and I had to direct the paramedic to the mother baby unit (Seems he’d never been there either). They called the dr, who got there just in time to put on his catcher’s mit at 02:43 am to catch a 10 lb baby girl as she swiftly made her arrival. The staff was running around like chickens with their heads cut off (Which I told them they would be doing when they sent me home earlier) I’ll never forget it….and to all the staff who sent me home 23 years ago saying “Oh, you’re not in labor yet”…well, I can only say this…”I feckin told ya so!” I named her Emily, which means industrious one. That is oh so true. She was, and is, a beautifully busy girl. And people do like you when you are 23….
14 years ago, July 17th, 2001…I got a call that every child dreads. “This is your dad, and I have the paramedics here giving your mother CPR”….that call plays over and over in my head. She just dropped dead that day, on my daughter’s 9th birthday. The very next day, I had the family over for a very happy birthday party….that is what my mom would have wanted. The last time I heard my mother’s voice was on my answering machine when I got home after she passed. “Kelly, this is your mother, call me when you get home.” We had been on vacation and she called before we got back. This was before the days of commonplace cell phones. I happened to come home early from vacation…I wanted to be home by 2:30 pm. I walked in the door at 2:15 pm and within 2 minutes came that dreaded phone call from my dad. Don’t let the last time you hear your mother’s voice be on an answering machine, or a voice mail…..If she calls, and you are around answer it….because gosh, you just never know when will be the last time you talk to her.
I am in a beautiful old mansion with some of my family. It has beautiful huge rooms. The rooms that stand out to me the most are a formal setting room, with 3 huge, beautiful windows (the kind that have the built in cushioned benches covered in red), a fireplace, and a lovely ornate chandelier. The view from the windows is of a hospital. There is also the room with a grand piano, a formal dining room, a guest bedroom that is split into 2 sections, and another room that is somewhat like a bar/lounge. It consists of round tables, comfy seating, a bar and a jukebox. I start out in the setting room, showing the family around, then on to the dining room and the piano room. Suddenly, someone says they hear a noise coming out of the guest bedroom.
I enter the guest bedroom, which as I said, consists of 2 sections…a “living” area of the bedroom if you will (couch, chair, etc) and then the actual bedroom part is thru a doorway. I go to the doorway, and hear children. Funny thing is there are no children in the house at that time. Suddenly, I hear a little voice…he said his name was Nathan. He told me he was a spirit and had died in the house many many centuries ago, and wanted me to see him. He was on the bed, cute as can be…a toe headed blonde boy who looked to be about 5 or 6 years old. He had friends he said, and they were all nice kids. But, he said to be careful of the ones in the lounge area. They were older and sometimes not very nice.
I move into the lounge area room, where I did have the encounter with the older and sometimes not very nice spirits. (There were about 4 or 5 of them.) Turns out they were not evil spirits, or mean, just ornery. They liked to play tricks to “scare” people they said. I informed them I was entertaining folks and we were going to use that room, so to try and be on their best behavior.
Well, the company is enjoying their snacks and drinks, and the ornery spirits are being quiet….but when I went to take a drink of my cocktail, my straw did not work. I pulled it out and it had been tied in a knot at the bottom. I heard a little laughing sound….those ornery ones decided to prank me. “Oh, really funny!” I said…and the funny thing was, it was funny and I ended up laughing with them.
A few days ago, I kept catching a glimpse of something out the corner of my right eye, or so I thought. Then, Saturday I kept turning to my husband, who was sitting to the right of me and asking “What did you say?”…Nothing, he said nothing. Then, all day yesterday I felt a “presence” behind my right shoulder, and when I went to sleep, it was like someone was touching my right shoulder. During the night I dreamed about my brother Dave who passed away in 1987. He was in the kitchen where we grew up. (Mind you, that house no longer exists, as it was demolished in 2000 to build a Walgreens.) I said “I thought you were dead!” He said “Well, I am, but I heard you needed a visit, now give me a hug.”