Slow Day & My First Graveyard Ghost

Gerick and I woke up so sore and tired from our overly vigorous weekend that we were actually groaning aloud. He opted to take the day off, and I opted to find my chair and pretty much stay in it for the day. Luckily, he’s been putting in long hours lately and has some extra time to spare at work.

Rain and dreary skies today- so I was glad we did do as much as we did while we could. I’m happy to report that my stained railings are beading the water as planned! The living room will be arranged the right way today, and Gerick– despite already being sore, wants to paint the dining room and get that finished. I swear, he just can’t help himself. HAS to either work or play. I did persuade him to just sit down and watch a little Game of Thrones with me this afternoon at least. We’ll see how that goes…

Meanwhile, I’ve been thinking about what I believe to be my very first sighting of a ghost in a graveyard yesterday. Like many such sightings, I didn’t even know it was a ghost when I first saw it. I thought it was just a distraught man. He looked full color and solid, etc.

What happened was we were driving along a winding road home from the coast, and we happened to pass a cemetery with gravestones very close to the road we were on. Due to the winding nature of the mountain road, we were going rather slowly at the time, so I had plenty of time to see and process the following:

I looked over at the graveyard and saw a man lying prone, face down, over a grave! He was wearing blue jeans with the type of stitching on the pockets one commonly saw during the early to mid 80s, a tan windbreaker, and a blue baseball cap. His hair was dark brown, but I barely saw it sticking out of the cap. His arms were open like he was hugging the ground, and I felt very sad to see him, because he was obviously very upset at a death. Oddly, though– the grave below him was NOT freshly dug or anything. I just felt so bad for him. I mean, who feels deep enough grief that they lay down on a grave by a highway? Just a 2-lane one that wasn’t overly busy, but still-!

Of course, I was captivated by this raw display of dark emotion and turned all the way around in my seat to keep looking as we passed the man. I saw him for many seconds approaching and passing. He never moved. Then a small bush and tree interrupted my field of view for a brief second. When the spot came back into view– the man was GONE. There was nowhere for him to go to so fast, and it was so obvious. Then I realized what I had seen…

I thought it was a guy missing his mom on Mother’s Day. But now–? Now I think I saw a ghost.