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Edited on Sun Mar-07-10 09:11 AM by Kind of Blue
There is one response I disagree with - that it was your mind sending you comforting images. I think it was your Dad who did. But we could say, Okay, you were grieving and you needed it and you soothed yourself. But what if one is not grieving?
I didn't post this in the "Bittersweet" thread of my sister's experience because I'm still a little surprised. On Friday night, I turned in early after a very rough day that ended very well. I had the television on and turned off the lamps, so it was a little dark, still light outside so I could see everything clearly. I'm lying there thinking of my day and the next problem-solving move.
At the foot of my bed appeared a well-dressed young man and I said "What???!!!" He vanished immediately. So I told him that if he was there for my higher good that he could hang out but if not to get the hell out of here. The man, African-American, about 20-25 years old wearing a yellow satin-like vest, white open collar shirt with ruffles at the sleeves, well-pressed dark pants - I could see the creases. He was not very tall, muscular, squared shape built like a bull, neat close cropped haircut.
My husband came into the room when he heard me yell. And I told him about the guy, thinking he was from colonial times or something - because of the ruffles. He's a history buff so I got a long lesson :boring: on African-Americans in the Southwest - he just gets too much pleasure from details. But before he left the room, he asked could he be Mr. Green? I'm like but this was a very young man. "Well," he said, "they're built the same, about the same height, and remember Mr. Green was a professional boxer in his youth."
But Mr. Green was always casual - never ever saw him dressed up. Jeans and t-shirts was his uniform. So I told my sister the next morning and she said many of their conversations were about his youth and his love of clothes that grew unimportant along the way. She will check with his son about the ruffles :D
Really, I didn't need comforting. I already believed Mr. Green is adjusting and he did a great job uplifting people's spirits in life. His motto was "What will be will be." I knew him as an old man, a stocky gent, and have never been in his home nor seen photos of him in his youth.
Although my sister grieves, I know one day she will remember him and not cry and be filled with the joy of knowing him. Maybe I stored the memory of knowing he was a boxer and imagined him in his youth. But I know what I saw. And I do believe that he came for me to tell my sister that he's in top form and is doing just fine, just like your Dad :hug:
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