Many people tell me they believe their dead loved
ones are still with them. They draw comfort from their presence, and almost see
their loved ones right there beside them.
Spirits, or ghosts, have been around for a very long
time. In movies and stories, they’ve been perceived as something to be feared.
I don’t believe that’s a good representation. I like the line from the song,
Ghostbusters. I ain’t afraid of no ghost.
At the four piano and voice recitals I hosted this
month, my grandfather, Homer, was in attendance at two of them. He’s been dead
for forty years, so I’m not sure why he showed up. It could be that he thought
I needed his support.
Spirits come to me as I work on murder cases, when
their movements provide me with information. In my life outside of that work, I
see ghosts now and then. When I do, they’re nebulous and wavy, and sometimes
morph in and out of looking like a real, live person. More often than not, it
isn’t someone I know.