Seeing Ghosts

A Girls

Anita. That was my mother-in-law’s name. Technically, she was only my mother-in-law for two months…and then she died.

I saw this picture posted on someone’s wall yesterday. It reminded me of her.

My husband and I woke up yesterday to realize that it was her birthday. We are not good with birthdays. We never remember anyone’s birthday. It’s a terrible trait. But, yesterday we remembered.

Yesterday’s blog was appropriate for my mother-in-law’s birthday. She was a good soul. A really good soul who endured a really horrible death. She died of cancer. Originally, doctors found a tumor in her brain and soon after, the cancer was in her lungs. Technically, I suppose it was lung cancer that killed her…. and she never smoked a day in her life. If ever a foundation or non-profit should have been formed in someone’s name, it was certainly her name. But we didn’t form a non-profit. We formed something better. Her namesake – our daughter.

Interestingly, I wrote yesterday’s blog before realizing that it was my mother-in-law’s birthday. It suddenly took on a new meaning when my husband needed to hear something comforting…

“Beautiful things come from beautiful people. Where do you think we got our two beautiful girls?”

It did give him comfort. Almost as though that post was meant for yesterday.

Later in the day, I took my oldest daughter to her after-school activity. I sat with a new friend. I never mentioned my mother-in-law to her but, for some reason, she felt compelled to tell me the story of her father. Nine years earlier, as he was getting ready for retirement, he was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. He died.

That was a strange and heartbreaking coincidence.

Last night, after the kids went to bed, I checked in on my blog. I had another new follower. No, it wasn’t Anita. I suppose that would have been a bit too obvious. His name was Julian.

Listen. I am not a devout Catholic or a devout anything else. I don’t seek out palm readers, I have no interest in having my cards read and I don’t own a Ouija board. I simply pay attention. And when you pay attention, you notice things, you feel things and you know that there are sometimes people in the room that nobody else can see. Sometimes those people share a picture with you, sometimes they help you write a story, sometimes they tell you a story and sometimes, well sometimes, they just say a name.

Do I sound like a complete wacko yet? I hope not.

So, why was Julian significant?

My in-laws had a lifelong friend named Julius. Shortly after my mother-in-law passed away, Julius got sick and, he too, died a horrible death from cancer. When we were expecting our first child, we thought about the name Julius for a boy. It was an unusual name and we just couldn’t commit to it – even as a middle name. Instead, we settled on… Julian.

Are you paying attention yet?

Yesterday started out a bit somber. I wondered if I would be able to find anything happy to write about. And then, I paid attention and my mother-in-law showed up to make me happy.