The Ghost Whisperer is an older television program in which the recently deceased could not go into the afterlife due to unresolved issues. The whisperer met with the deceased, figured out the issue, and then encouraged the spirit to move on.
Last night I had need of her services.
My mother died several years ago, my father last year. My dad had remarried and his wife intended to live on in the house my parents bought. Now she has decided to move.
Last week my husband and I were at the house and went through a couple of cabinets, searching for things that were meaningful.
My parents owned no antiques, no fancy jewelry, no expensive art work. They were hard-working, every day people. They shopped at thrift stores, and when they did go to the mall, bought from the clearance rack.
Anyway, last night I dreamt that when my dad’s wife sold the house, I was there when the new owners removed the old one in order to bring in the new. As I stood there, I became aware that someone had set up lounge chairs in the carport. In front of the chairs were arranged candles, books and a selection of plastic knickknacks that my mom had collected.
In my dream, my parents’ spirits were living there. My mother was distraught due to discord in the family, and so neither of them could move on.
I awoke feeling quite sad as well as powerless. I wanted to send them off, but there was nothing I could do.
This dream reminded me of how important it is to support our elders as they age. To make sure that they are at peace when they die. That we have been kind to our family members and respected their diversity of decisions and opinions.
I hope that my parents find peace and are able to reside comfortably in the afterlife. I wish them peace.
I think this is a powerful dream and a very powerful essay about how loved ones may linger, not because of *their* unresolved issues but because of ours. How many “ghosts” in literature and folktales are trapped by the needs of the living?
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You might be right. Because of dementia, my mom had disappeared long before her death. She slipped away without a chance to say goodbye. My father’s passing was more sudden. I never saw myself as having unresolved issues, but maybe you’re right.