Ghostly apparition or just my imagination?...

My life, between the ages of 17 to my mid twenties, is pretty much a haze. I guess one could say that I was a part of the “Sex, Drugs and Rock n’ Roll” generation (well not the Sex part so much but the other two for sure). I had been there, done that from being engaged to a Millionaire - living the “high life” to being broke with not even enough money for a cup of coffee. What mattered to me the most, and still does to this day, is that my partner loves Me for just being Me. Trust me, having lots of money and famous friends doesn't mean a dang thing when at the end of the day, you feel so lonely inside that you wonder “what’s the point?”… But anyway, those stories are a part of my Journey and I embrace them for what they were, important lessons that have molded the person I am today.

     So moving on… was it a Ghostly Apparition or just a figment of my imagination? In my mid (or late twenties lol) I got engaged.  I met Andrew (not his real name) in Florida. We dated for a couple of years before the opportunity came about that I could go with him to visit his Mom and Sister, who lived in the New York area. That was the first time I met his family. I had never seen pictures of anyone to include his dad, who had passed on. The property they lived on included the main house, in which his mom lived and a separate Mom-In-Law style house in which his sister and her boyfriend resided.

     We were staying in the main house, and had been there a couple of days, when his sister decided to have a party. She invited a lot of Andrew’s old friends and everyone was sitting out back in the garden - catching up, talking about the good ole’ days. It was late at night, I was very tired so I wished them all a “good night” and left to go get some much need sleep. Upon arriving in the main house I realized that I hadn't eaten any supper that night and, although I was sleepy, wandered into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.

Andrew’s mom was already in bed and since our room was right next to hers I didn't want to make a noise, so I took my sandwich into the living room – turned on the television and ate. At some point I fell asleep and when I opened my eyes I was lying down on the couch. Right across from the couch was an older style arm chair and as I became more awake I saw an older man sitting there. He was small in stature, had thinning grayish hair and was wearing a white shirt with brown pants. The television was still on so there was plenty of light in the room for me to have a good look at him. I smiled and said “hello” moving myself to a sitting position. He smiled back and said “go on, lay back down I know you’re tired – everything is ok – just rest”… so with that statement I laid my head back down and promptly fell back asleep.

     The next morning, when Andrew and I were having coffee, I asked “who was the older man that came by last night?”, he just looked at me with a puzzled expression and said “what older man?”… So I explained what happened and Andrew’s face became pale and he said “you’re joking- right?”. I said “no” that I wasn't joking, I was serious. Apparently no older man had come to visit and the person I had described was the image of his late dad and that armchair was always his favorite place to sit. Andrew showed me a photo of his dad and sure enough, that was the man I saw and spoke to.

     I don’t think he believed me then or even now (we’re still friends) but I know what I saw and that’s that - end of story. Hmpf. :0)