Saturday, November 01, 2008

Just Thinking...

...about the "why's" to the way I am, NOT to blame, no, it's the processing of why I think the way I do, why to be happy takes more work for me, why I will always need to process and not just think these thoughts to have a healthy mind/body...

Never told the other "ghost" type experience I had been meaning to.  And with all this thinking...Mom's birthday is the 3rd of this month, and thinking about her past, her family, specifically her brother, my Uncle Earl...it's a good time to get it out and process...

He's the one on the left with the hook hand, that's my Uncle Earl.  I never met him only heard about him vaguely.  He lost his hand in a working accident.  He was the oldest boy of the four of Mom and her siblings...
...and the one who got the most abuse from their Dad (Granny dished out the abuse too, but not as bad as their Dad), although, I never ever heard Mom call my grandfather, Dad, she always said Harry...he was no Dad to any of them.  I met him once in a shack, yes a shack that he lived in all alone.  The other time was when he showed up on our doorstep.  I couldn't understand why Mom was so upset, no one ever bothered to explain anything...it was always a secret and that was that...  The next thing I knew, there is a cab in the driveway and Mom is sending him away, we go back in the house, and she looks down at the umbrella he left behind and says, "this is the only thing I've ever gotten from him."  Sad, but true...  So that is something I'll never understand is why Harry was the way he was, what generational curses and inner demons he couldn't control and have been kept a secret...
So it was in 1983...my sister Lisa and I are loving MTV!  And we loved to go down to Mom and Dad's bedroom, plop on the bed, and turn on the TV to watch it.  They had an old wood-framed bed.  The matress sat up tall and high on the bed.  We hear 3 loud knocks.  I said to Lisa, "why did you do that?"  She says, "I didn't do that, I thought you did that."  I said, "If I had done it, you would have seen me leaning way over the matress to get to the wood on the bed to knock."  We just looked at each other...turned off the TV and got the heck out of there!

Thankfully, we didn't have to sleep there, but Mom and Dad were hearing these knocks pretty regularly!  Three loud, distinct knocks.  Dad says, it's just rats.  This went on for about a month or less.  It was really disturbing...so distinct and loud and would wake them up.  Mom started asking people at work...one lady, went white, and asked if someone she knew recently died.  Dad's theory of rats started to go out the window especially with all of us in the family having had our own experience of hearing these knocks, and admitted that rats can't make a distinct knock like that.  He was starting to look a little nervous...he wasn't the only one...

And then one night Mom said she saw a really bright light coming through their bedroom window.  Their house was built in the early 60's with the very high windows that were about 6 to 12 inches from the ceiling and narrow, going across the length of the wall.  So for something to be that bright through those windows, would have to be raised off of the ground several feet.  As soon as she got up on the bed and opened the curtains, it was gone.  

The next morning, Mom got a phone call that her brother Earl had died.  He was alone when he died.  Mom and the family didn't know where he was, hadn't heard from him in a long time.  Mom believes that the knocks were from Earl letting her know he was okay and not to worry...because after that last night and the phone call, we never heard the knocks again...



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