a reply to: AaarghZombies
I have a story that might relate. It's possible I've mentioned it here once before as this memory will ALWAYS stay with me.
My late grandmother on my mom's side was a devout catholic. When I say devout, I mean that she would pray on her knees in front of a Jesus statue
that was lit up on her wall, rosary in hand. Every night she prayed. Every morning she prayed. Every afternoon she prayed. Anything with the
Blessed Virgin or 'The Little Rose', she loved. Statues, stories of Magigoria, a real devout catholic. She didn't go to church there for many years
in the end but she would have communion brought to her when possible.
She was the only one I could talk to during my own trials and tribulations that were affecting my life towards the end of hers.
Fast forward to the end of 2009 - beginning of 2010
I would go outside and sit on a picnic table under my carport and smoke a couple each night. EAch time I sat out there, there was this shadowed
silhouette across the street that displayed on the white wall of a house. It was there every night, time and time again I looked at it. Each time I
looked at it, I thought about my grandmother and how I should take a picture and show her.
It was the image of the Virgin Mary.
Now I know exactly how the shadow came to be. It was the shadow of a handrail leading down some steps. Somehow the handrail and steps fit just right
against the street light to give off this very convincing shadow of what looked just like the Virgin Mary.
I never said a word to anyone about it. I guess it just didn't come up. Though, if I learned anything from my grandmother, it was that signs are all
around you and when you see them, they're there for a reason. My grandmother was also very superstitious.
A rather short time after that she passed away.
Now... I did feel bad because I really wanted to show her that shadow. I knew she would appreciate it.
One night not all that long after she passed, I sat on my table at night talking to my favorite cat on the planet - ever! - smoking a cigarette. I
noticed something off. The shadow wasn't there anymore (street light had been busted by a neighborhood crackhead for obvious reasons).
It dawned on me.... Was the shadow there to let me know something was going to happen to her? Or was it there for something else. Through the years
I've always thought it was a sign that she was going to pass away not long after I started noticing it. After she passed I no longer saw it and
figured that might be it.
All these years later, even as I type this response... I wonder if that image was there for me - not for or about her. It was right at that time,
just after my grandmother's passing that the "trials and tribulations" I mentioned earlier that I could only speak to her about, ramped up to a
critical level and my whole life fell apart for a very long and nightmarish year. I think that year was the worst year ever and the amount of inner
pain and torment that took place was something I couldn't wish on my worst enemy.
Maybe I'm weird now but I always have a laid back eye out for signs in my life. Often times I can connect the dots but I try not to do that. I
simply appreciate that there was something I could perceive as a sign or omen and leave it at that. Who am I to interpret such things?