It’s All Hallow’s Eve and all through the home, a spirit is stirring, you might not be alone. Your hand reaches out, as it has always done in the past. The once a year visit is finally here at last. Your eyes remain closed but you know that she’s there. You can feel her eyes. You can feel her stare. It’s All Hallow’s Eve and you are not alone. A spirit is stirring, and for tonight she is home.
Happy Halloween people! I want to tell you about a true ghost story. I was there – it really happened. We had a big beautiful black Great Dane named Shadow. She was a sweetheart. She loved our family and was part of the family. She especially loved our young kids. Well, she thought they were her kids. Maybe they were.
Every night I went to sleep, she would walk over to my side of the bed and stand there until I placed my hand on her head and wished her Good Night. It was our ritual, one I grew to love over time.
Eventually the time came that all pet owners dread. The only time your dog will break your heart. Twelve beautiful years had passed. The kids had grown older and so had our Dane. We had to let her go. She was called home. I buried her in our backyard, the same yard she had enjoyed from the time she was a puppy until she had taken her last breath.
That Halloween night I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep because of the emptiness in the house and in my heart. That night, just before I dozed off to sleep, just as I was closing my eyes, our Dane walked over to my side of the bed and I placed my hand on her head and told her Good Night. I clearly saw her and felt her. She was with me. I went to sleep. In the morning it occurred to me that she was no longer there. But she came to me one last time, because she had to. She wanted me to know that she was okay.
Are the such things as ghosts? I think so. And they are not always people. Sometimes we need to see ghosts. Sometimes they need us to see them.
So, Happy All Hallow’s Eve! Eat some candy and have no fear of visitors, expected or otherwise.