Sunday

So I decided that I would go down to my aunts and contribute towards the cleaning of her home. Both my auncle and mom were unavailable this weekend, and Rob was planning a guys day - going to a ribfest and then watching a pay per view ECW wrestling thing - so I decided to save myself getting some skin cancer (I thought about going to the beach by myself) and go to Sallys instead. It felt a little creepy to be there alone, but mostly because she has not passed. It was way different going to Aunt Marge's after she died. Anyway, I got there and just walked through the place, to see what had been done thus far, and what remained. Lots of work had been done in her bedroom, soiled clothes that had been stuffed into plastic bags was removed...stained clothing removed, bed stripped down... all that good stuff which so contributed to the odor. Anyway I decided to tackle the den which was piled high with paper - all kinds of paper. Bills, statements, grocery receipts, journal notes, birthday cards, blank cards, grocery lists, some old, some new all mixed up. As I was sitting at the desk, several times I thought I noticed movement out of my eye but when I looked up there was nothing. Very strange, but I thought little of it. Then the lights in the hallway began to flicker, very randomly and faintly. I continued working. I began to feel the strangest feeling, like there was someone in the doorway. I walked up the hall, checked the doors..of course all was fine. Walking back to the den, I had the oddest sensation. Not evil, not cold, but...confused. As if I was being questioned why I was there, and what was my purpose. Very unsettling, nonetheless. I continued plugging along at my task, and managed to clean off the entire desk, the TV stand, and the card table, all loaded with paperwork. It's such a shame - she has such lovely things in her home - but many have been so neglected that they may well be unable to be repaired or restored. I went into the 2nd bedroom - which was her mother's room - as my mom asked me to search through a cedar chest for her. Going in the room is like stepping in a time capsule. I sat on the rug and opened the chest to find hundreds of coins, silver dollars, half dollars, silver dimes, really old pennies, buffalo nickels, all sorted and stored in little boxes. I felt something brush my hair, several times, and then I felt a pressure on my shoulder, not pain, but a slight warmth. I decided at that point that I had looked at the coins long enough. I finished up and headed out shortly thereafter. Once I got home, and took a bath, I called my mom to update her as to what had gone on, and asked if my great grandmother had died in the house. Mom did not remember, but she thought maybe she had. Apparently she had been quite ill and was in and out of the hospital. She did, however, tell me that my aunt's husband, Joe, who I had never met, had in fact died in the home - in the breezeway actually- of a massive heart attack. Explains a heck of a lot.