Day 295: Ghost Stories: Part Two

As I stated yesterday, I do believe that those closest to us communicate with us and take care of us from the beyond.

This is Bob’s story:

Bob and Sandy had a good marriage, a marriage that other people envied.  It was a marriage filled with warmth and love; a marriage focused on their children and family.  They shared a love that was  immeasurable.  However, after 37 years,  Sandy passed away.

Four years prior to her passing, Sandy was diagnosed with ALS.  The diagnosis, although dreadful, did not defeat her.  She maintained a positive demeanor, even as her muscles started to fail her, she always found a way to see happiness in her day– a friend came to visit, one of her sons stopped over with a grandchild, Bob brought her flowers just to see her smile.  Yes, even when she was fully immobile in a wheelchair, she still smiled with her eyes.

About a month after Sandy passed, Bob was still busy putting her estate and affairs in order.  On a Thursday morning, he had made an appointment to meet with the lawyer about rewriting his own will.  He got in the car and began the half hour drive across town.  Out of nowhere, a random thought popped into his mind. Go see Ken.

Ken?  Gosh, Bob thought, I haven’t seen Ken in over six months.  Why would I be thinking about Ken on the way to the lawyer?

He ignored the thought and continued on with his day.  He arrived at the lawyers on time, discussed his issues rather quickly, and was on his way out of the office in less than an hour.  He had changed his will to make his children the benefactors now that Sandy was gone.  Pressing the button to get onto the elevator, his heart was heavy.  He missed his wife terribly.  Go see Ken.

For the second time he thought about Ken.  It was odd and peculiar to him that his mind kept going to Ken.  They were friends, but in the past few years, they had lost touch.  Sandy’s ALS had consumed him, and he had let many of his relationships lag.

Walking to the parking garage, he thought that when he got home, he should give Ken a call to see how he and his wife Amy were doing.  Last time he had actually seen Ken and not just talked on the phone was probably about the time Sandy was diagnosed.   Sandy and Bob had gone over to their house for dinner.  Sandy was still walking at the time.

He got on I-76 and started to head home.  Go see Ken.  Again, he thought those same words– go see Ken.   The thought was not look Ken up again or give Ken a call.  The thought was a directive: go see Ken.

Bob could not ignore it.  He got off the highway and turned around.  Ken’s house was nearly a half hour in the opposite direction.  Even though he needed to clean out the garage and check in with his son, he could not shake this idea.

When he arrived at Ken’s house, he parked in the driveway and walked to the front door.  Suddenly, he felt foolish.  It was a Thursday and he was popping in unannounced.   Ken was probably at work.  Amy was probably not at home.  He probably just drove a half hour out of his way to knock on a door to an empty house.  Needelesstosay, he got out of his truck and walked to the door and knocked.

Within seconds, he could hear footsteps coming down the steps.  Someone was home.  Amy opened the door, saw Bob, and immediately threw her arms around him and hugged him.

“Oh Bob, I am so sorry about Sandy.  It has been so hectic around here.  I am so sorry we were unable to make it to the funeral.”  She squeezed a little harder to let him know she meant the words that were coming out of her mouth.  Bob felt her warmth, and it made him a little misty-eyed.  They let go of each other and he smiled.

“Amy, thank you.  It was hard at the end, but I know Sandy is in heaven looking down on us,” he said.

“She sure is,” Amy agreed.

“Is Ken around?  I was at the lawyer’s today, and Ken kind of just popped in my head so I thought I would come for a visit,” he said.

Amy shook her head.  “No, sorry.  I don’t think you know, Ken fell and broke his hip a couple of weeks ago.  He is in a rehabilitation facility.  I can’t bring him home because we don’t have a way for a wheelchair to get in the house.  It might be a couple of months before he will be able to come home.  It was shattered pretty badly.”

Right then Bob knew.  Go see Ken.  He knew why the message was so clear.

“Amy, call your boys.  I have a wheelchair ramp that you can have.  If they can come over today, you could probably have him home with you tomorrow.”

Amy’s eyes filled with tears.  For the second time, she squeezed Bob with a hug.  “Thank you,” she said.

“No, I think it was Sandy.”  He smiled, looked up into the sky and winked.  Even in death, Sandy was still looking out for people.