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Submitted By: Troy Hooks | E-mail:cpthook@spamcop.net |
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| "It's amazing, Molly. The love inside... You take it with you..." from 'Ghost', Bruce Joel Rubin This story was told by a friend of mine named Perry. I was witness to some of it, and can attest to the truth of it. He's asked me to put it in words for him, and agreed to its posting. "One night about two years ago, right around Valentine's Day, I had agreed to be the designated driver for two lady friends of mine. We were going to a nightclub in Raleigh, NC called the Longbranch, them to meet their boyfriends, me to listen to the music. I wasn't really feeling up to going out, I was a little down that night, but having agreed I felt that I had to go through with it. Watching these friends dancing didn't help at all, and I was getting more depressed by the moment., when the lady employed there to sell flowers came by to bring me a red rose. I asked her who it was from, and she said it was from a lady in another section of the club, with long dark hair. I went looking, but with that slight description I had to depend on eye contact with whoever it was; I found no one who seemed eager to see me. I asked the ladies I'd driven there, but they knew nothing. I sat back down, they went back to dancing. Before long a slow song came on, and the depression started coming back. I closed my eyes, and felt someone hugging me from behind; I knew who it was from the way it felt, it was my late fiancee Gina, who'd died in 1980 in a car crash while carrying our unborn child. After the song, I told my friends about the woman and the rose. They suggested I show the picture of Gina that I carry in my wallet to the flower lady; when I did, she immediately identified Gina as the lady who sent me the flower. I brought the rose home and put it in a vase, after a few days moving it to the front porch for sunlight. It stayed fresh and alive in that vase for three weeks." I was living with Perry when this happened; I remember him bringing that rose home and telling me the story, and I saw it stay fresh for weeks in the vase. One day not long after, I smelled a floral scent with no apparent source, something that would not be present in the home of two bachelors (the rose was in the vase on the front porch at this point, so the scent didn't come from it). I felt a slight sense of presence, and that this presence was friendly. After a few minutes, I stepped to the front door, far enough away that the scent wouldn't follow me, and asked aloud if the visitor was Gina; immediately I smelled the scent again. It lasted only a few minutes, but I felt honored by the visit. She's been by a time or two since, I recognize that scent. She's a warm, comfortable spirit, very nice to have around. People may die, but love doesn't. The people who love us watch out for us after they're gone. And sometimes, when we really need them, they let us know they're there. | |