I don’t see dead people

I couldn’t find a photo of relatives in lederhosen, but this is the accordian my mother kept in her closet.

My blogging experiment has surpassed my expectations.  So far, I have had almost 800 hits in two weeks.  When I entered into the blogosphere, I assumed my audience would be made up of my aunts, my best friend, and my brother.  My audience is larger than I initially assumed, and it turns out my brother is not my most devoted reader (note to self, write more embarrassing stories about Neil).

Generally I log in to WordPress daily to see how many hits I’ve had.  As the administrator of my blog, I have access to a statics page which lays out lots of information, including what counties I have had views from.

In my first week, I had a hit from Switzerland.  I had a friend travelling though Switzerland at the time, but seeing the Swiss flag on my statistics page made me smile.  My mother’s family was from Switzerland.  I am related to many lederhosen-wearing, accordion-playing, yodelers.  So, even though I knew Jen had been the source of my Swiss hit, I was still pleased my first international view had come from the country of my mother’s origin.  It felt like a sign.

This morning, I received a hit from Ireland.  My father’s family is Irish.  They don’t wear kilts or tartan plaid (maybe that is more of a Scottish thing), but they do love to drink.

For a brief moment, I felt like my parents were with me.  Not literally.  Not, “I see dead people.”  But all they were and all they encompassed still had the power to influence me, to cause pause and reflection.

When my first husband died, we never found his wedding ring.  I wasn’t massively sentimental about this fact, but it would have been nice to have.  I assumed it was lost in the motorcycle crash, and I didn’t give it much thought past that.

A year later, Meg was heading to a sleepover; she dug out a duffle bag to pack and tipped it upside down to empty it.  Out rolled Scott’s ring.  What felt weighty about this find, was the date.  We found the ring on what would have been our fourteenth wedding anniversary.  On that same day, I was notified by Glamour Magazine that I had won their memoir contest.www.glamour.com/news/feature/articles/2006/10/02/nonfiction

I like the idea of signs.  Sure, most of them can be explained away as coincidence.  Still, when I die I am going to work extra hard at sending signs.  I am going to focus on signs of the annoying variety, TVs that constantly turn off, random flat tires, soup pots boiling over, events that will force my children to pause and think of me.

PS  Two days after my dad died, an eagle landed in front of my car on the freeway.  I wrote about this in my eulogy to him.  To this day, I am convinced the freeway eagle was my father.  You can read about the event in Eulogy for my Dad.

PPS  If you are the source of my Irish hit, leave a comment below.


2 thoughts on “I don’t see dead people

  1. Dorothy Judd says:

    I am loving your blog and may even be inspired to write one myself!

    • Thanks, Dorothy. When I first started my blog it took me an entire afternoon just to figure out how to insert my mom’s photo on the home page. I am the least technical person I know. You should absolutely start a blog; if I can figure out WordPress, anyone can.

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