There’s a song I think of every time I lose some I haven’t seen in a long time. For a Dancer by Jackson Browne:
Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don’t remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must’ve thought you’d always be around
I felt a visit from beyond one day and that started me me thinking about my sister who has passed on. We use to laugh about whoever died first coming back and what signs to look for. That was our psychic period when she found one to go see to find out if her baby was a girl or boy and I went with her. Our Stevie Nicks witchy days, Mom made us long velvet black capes with hoods and lined them with red satin.
I had a page come up in my newsfeed on Facebook of course. Facebook is life after all right? Anyway, I had stopped following this particular page because someone told me not to answer questions like what is your mother’s maiden name or the name of your first pet. It made sense to me because those are security every website in the world asks. Just like never use your birthday for your password or pin. I wasn’t too concerned, I figured anyone who broke into my bank account would probably feel sorry for me and deposit money rather than steal my few dollars. It would still be a hassle to be hacked, I’ve had my identity stolen before by a family member so I remain vigil.
This page is a favorite among women called Nametests. They tell you to click on this picture and reveal your future or every girl’s name has a symbol click on the picture to reveal yours. I never noticed this page posting anything religious but this time it said someone you lost has written you a message, click on the phone to read it. They had finally hit on something to entice me so I clicked and it read:
“I see how hard life has been for you since I left. I know how hard you are working to keep my spirit alive. Always know that I am watching over and protecting you still.”
Exactly what I wanted to hear and it had to be my Father because his was the only spirit I promised to keep alive. Then I remembered that wasn’t true, Mom and I had enough long talks under the trees drinking beer for me to know what she wanted too. This message didn’t make me think of them though it made me think of my sister for some reason.
She had come to me once before a few days after she died. I was sitting at Inspiration Point in my car on a hot afternoon. This was where everyone went to skip school or neck with the boys growing up. I wasn’t really thinking of anything when I heard doiiiiiing and saw my antenna wiggling in the wind like someone had pulled it way back and let go. I looked over at the rustling bushes and a beautiful doe came out and stood at the front of my car.
I immediately thought of my sister, I thought I could hear her laughing. The image that came to mind was the younger version of her, her blonde soft hair fell about her face and she looked happier than I had seen in a long time. She looked so beautiful and the laughter was her thinking the antenna would really freak me out and it did. After a few stunned seconds I immediately jumped out of the car in case it was going to explode. You never know, better safe than sorry. It was still so nice to think of her happy again.
I’ve had other experiences where I felt someone from beyond was visiting but I always have a strong feeling about who it is when it happens.
The other day I got up and started my morning as I always do, dogs, cats, coffee. I sat down to watch the news and saw a prescription bottle on the end table. It was a medication I haven’t taken in over a year and should have been in the studio closet in a basket. I hadn’t gotten it out because there is a lot of stuff in front of the closet door and it was all intact. I would have had to move baskets of quilt scraps, a tool bag, pictures I still haven’t hung and more to get to it. I keep the meds I use in the bathroom and strictly forbid myself to ever take them out of that room because I’m bad about missing doses.
No way to explain the bottle on the table so I forgot about it. Actually I have never returned it to the appropriate basket now that I think about. I have no idea where it is now.
Later that day I got sleepy as I usually do around 2:00 every afternoon and since I can I took a nap. My body is tired after a lifetime and has developed few quirks that I’m used to, they don’t alarm me much. When my body relaxes a muscle here and there will twitch or jump no big deal. Just as my eyes were closing my entire prone body jumped as if lifted a little off the bed. It was over before I fully had time to be freaked out about it. As far as I know bodies don’t normally twitch all at once like that. My sister’s laughter came to mind again and I thought of her smiling and happy. If she can reach out after death she would enjoy doing things to really freak me out.
I called out as I always do who is here? Who did that? As always no one answered but it got me to thinking about her again. Not her at the end because I didn’t get to see her before she died. She would not have wanted to see me then, it would have seemed unfair I would imagine and I don’t know I could have comforted her at that time. We hadn’t seen each other in over fifteen years anyway. If she had called I would have gone and we both knew it. I didn’t have any way to contact her, no phone number or address but she would have told my brother and he would have found me. No one was surprised when that didn’t happen least of all me.
Someone not our brother did something I won’t forgive when she was sick and near the end. She had a friend from high school that I never could stand. I had come home one day after school and since we were latch key kids I knocked on my brother’s door to tell him I was home. I opened it a crack, saw someone shooting up and a fierce looking guy with wild hair screamed at me to shut the door. It terrified me and no doubt my brother worried I would tell but I never did. I should have and it was Dad I should have told but he was in Vietnam. Anyway I have hated that guy ever since and always felt like he was the one who brought drugs into our house. He always looked greasy and slimy to me and I did not/do not consider him family like my siblings do.
He called me about my sister and created drama she had not wanted so he wasn’t a very good friend. Years before I heard he had asked her to marry him and I sent mental messages to her DON’T DO IT! I already knew she had cancer and had been thinking about how to reach out to her. I didn’t dare just jump up and called her, I was waiting until I knew more.
He got her upset and created drama she hadn’t wanted and neither did I. She had asked people not to talk about it and not to pray for her, she just wanted to be with her kids and grandkids. Like most people she had asked that her privacy be respected and he hadn’t done that, he betrayed her. He is not family, not to me. He’s the drug slug and last I heard a few years back he was still selling xanax. He was not good enough for my sister.
Whew, that felt good getting that out. I hope I never run into that guy again.
After my visits from beyond I felt validated by whoever had sent that message because I have tried hard to keep all of our spirits alive and no one seems to care. I’d given up on all of it and wasn’t going to bother trying again. My first thought was THANK YOU, it’s about time someone noticed,Now tell me how to keep any of it going if you would. No one in our family seems to care any more. And again there was no answer except maybe my sister doooiiinging antennas and looking for ways to make me laugh.
I sat down and started writing about her before life got so freaking hard for us both. I wondered if the end if she felt a little sense of peace that she would never have to worry again. I hope so. There have been times when I think of dying and it never scares me anymore. Just thinking about never having to struggle anymore and it seems it would be such a relief. I know she felt that way at times too. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.
I sat down to write where before all I could think of were the hard times we both went through. Neither of us had been lucky in love and were born beautiful instead of rich but we always made it through somehow.
That day I started remembering before our parents divorce when we were Daddy’s princesses. We were three years apart and she didn’t want me tagging along all the time but it wasn’t a bad thing then. Dad would come home and because I was so tiny I could climb him like a tree then he’d swing me through the air. Once when my sister wanted to be swung he told her she was too big now. She was disappointed but then he reminded her that I couldn’t do some things that she did because I was too little and she smiled again.
We never felt jealousy then, fights were over silly things. We were princesses and sometimes she would let me tag along. I walked her to the bus every morning and waited every afternoon for her to come back. I couldn’t wait to be big enough to go to school with my sister. When she went to Girl Scouts or the Bluebirds Father Daughter dance I would watch her get ready and I knew she was so excited. To me she was the most beautiful girl in the world going out with the most handsome man in the world and it would be my turn next.
I’m glad she reminds me to smile and be happy. To remind me to stay excited about the future and one day I will follow her again and that’s ok.
D.S.G. Thinking of you especially today