I THINK I MIGHT HAVE A GHOST!
Several years ago I had a house guest for about 3 weeks. My daughter’s friend had been ousted from his apartment and needed a temporary place to stay for about 3 weeks. She didn’t have room for him and I had a guest room and knew him to be trustworthy so I said he could stay with me.
He didn’t have a car. He was an unemployed actor and was somewhat needy. Since I live alone I thought it would be interesting to have a person living with me.
At the time I was in the process of crocheting an afghan as a gift for a friend’s upcoming wedding, so I spent my evenings in the den crocheting while watching TV. Mark joined me most evenings. He watched me busily crocheting, rarely looking at directions, and questioned me about how I knew what to stitch while paying attention to the TV and not looking at the instructions in the pattern I was using. I told him that it was mostly repetitive and I didn’t need to check every stitch. He was impressed with my ability to concentrate on more than one thing at a time.
Mark found work and moved out, but passed away several years later.
These days I am working on three afghans at the same time. I alternate them so that I don’t get bored with the project. They are to be gifts for my great-granddaughter’s weddings at some future date. But they must be made now.
Since I am still in the same home where I lived when Mark stayed with me, still sitting in the same chair, watching the same TV, and crocheting, I have memories of Mark— where he sat, what he said, and how he looked. I do not turn around. It is enough to feel his presence.