This morning as I was brushing my hair, I looked down at the bottom of the stairs to see my husband's Papou standing there. As per usual, I jumped a wee bit, hitting myself in the eye with my hair brush, (explaining this black eye ought to be fun). You may not think this strange, however, my husband's Papou passed on years ago. This kind of thing literally happens in a split second. So of course when I composed myself (mere seconds) he was gone.
You see I know it was my husband's Maternal Papou because the last time I saw him was Thanksgiving 2006. He was standing behind my husband's Yiayia (very much alive and his wife) watching her eat. When I first saw him, I asked my husband if his Papou was tall and wore glasses. This was of course correct and it only made sense that he would be spending Thanksgiving with his wife and family. Actually, now that I think about it, though there were 16 of us in attendance, that were flesh and blood, there were at least that many that were not. Crowded would be an understatement, but it sure was fun to watch. From what I understand my Mother and Father in-law would be the host of many a family gathering. Keep in mind my husband is Greek, so there was a lot of loud, dancing, singing, laughing and eating. So once again, it would make sense that if a party was taking place, alive or not, nobody was going to miss it.
I find it interesting, that though I never met my husband's Yiayia (Dad's Mom), or either of his Papou's, they like to visit. My husband says it is because they know that I am aware of their presence. His Yiayia likes to open the washing machine when I am in the middle of doing laundry, for some reason this is very humorous to her. I literally stood in front of my washing machine for a full cycle of wash waiting to catch her in the act. It was not until I walked away did the lid open. I swear I could hear her chuckle. My suspicion was confirmed when my husband was getting a reading from a well known medium here in the Cities. She told him that his Yiayia liked to play with me while I did laundry. This of course brought tears to his eyes immediately. He asked her why she liked to do that. The medium said she was telling her in a Greek accent that she did it because she liked my reaction. I told her that was all well and good, but it delay's my laundry washing when I have to keep going in and shutting the lid. She still does it, so I assume this is something she enjoys. In actuality I think she has graduated to locking the back door. My son was none to pleased with her when he got locked out the other day.
My husband and his Papou, the one visiting today, were very, very close. It again makes sense that he comes to visit my husband as often as he can. However, today he was standing in my cube at work and when I turned around it startled the bajeebers out of me. Not because he was there necessarily, but because I did not expect to see someone standing there. Remember this happens in a split second, I don't always get to converse. In this case I had to silently apologize to him because, “Geez, what the hell”, came flying out of my mouth. Totally disrespectful, I felt bad, but I did explain that it startled me. I always say, come visit, but make some noise to tell me you are on your way. I then immediately told him, (well, actually, I told the air), that his grandson's office was down the hall. Yes my office mates truly believe I am off my rocker half the time.
At lunch, my husband asked me why I thought he was here. Ah, there is the million dollar question. You see, most of the time, I have no idea. Is it simply because he wants me to know he is around so that I can pass along the message? Is he here to warn me about something? Is he here to warn his grandson about something? Is he here because my husband is going through a particularly stressful time? I wish I had the answer, I just don't.
It is not always this way. Sometimes, a relative or friend that has passed will actually show up and give me a message. It is not like I see their lips moving while they give me the message, (oh, if only), it is more like, they make it known to me that they are there, usually a split second glance, and then the rest is telepathic. Sometimes I hear their actual voice, (that is my Dad's usual MO), or sometimes I hear my own voice with their words. I know that the words are theirs because I am very sure they are not mine.
I mentioned that my Dad usually lets his voice be heard in my head. That is not always the case. Sometimes, like a few months ago, he showed up in my room while I was cleaning. It was just his face and it covered up one of my Angel pictures. He did not say a word, in my head or otherwise. I could tell he was not happy, in fact he looked down right sad, which of course immediately dropped me in to the place of “Crap, what did I do wrong”. I do this thing I call the psychic alert with my family. I send a text message to everyone to make sure everyone is okay. I end up talking to everyone before the day is done. That day, everyone and everything seemed to be fine. So why was he there? Moreover, why did he look so unhappy? And why did he show up in such a weird way? At first I thought that he was being clever, his way of keeping the family in touch with one another. It was not until weeks later when my nephew was diagnosed with Aplastic anemia that I knew it was his way of preparing us for something and by appearing in the Angel picture, he was letting us know that he was watching over him. Why did he not appear to my sister? I have no idea; I am certain there is some sort of energetic logic to it, I just don't know what it is.
I sit here tonight and ponder about my husband's Papou, and the reason for his visit. From what I can tell he seems to be pacing. His hands are relaxed and crossed behind his back as if in thought. I asked my husband about this posture and he said that it was not a posture that he remembered him having. As a matter of fact he said that it is something his Dad does, who is not related to this Papou.
I pondered, wondering if I had mixed up the two Papou's, and very clearly I heard “No, you got it right young lady”. I knew this was not my thought, because I could detect an ever so slight Greek accent. My husband's Papou did not have an accent, but I think he did it this way, so that I would know this was him and not me. Hey, he thinks I am young, this guy is alright, LOL.
Here is my thinking, he was able to let me know that I got it right, seriously, would it not have been just as easy to tell me the reason for the visit? I guess this will continue to be one of those never ending questions I ask, each, and every time they come to visit. And why the heck do they only show up when they want to and not when I ask? Spirits, they are a quirksome or maybe just an irksome bunch!
Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri
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