WISPY SMOKE IN THE AIR... (DID TOMMY TRY TO COME BACK?)
BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES/aka GRANNY GEE
I walked out to the back porch to sit at the glass table. I was talking to Skip on the phone. I sat there enjoying feeling the breeze,
seeing the sunshine.
I love to sit on the porch, I love the canvas shades with bows on them... I
like to see the bows move gently as the breeze sways them back and
forwards. I love 'looking out' seeing
the big, fluffy white clouds moving, shifting shapes.
It was so pleasant sitting there talking to Skip when... I sat up alittle
straighter in my chair. I was studying the
air in front of me.... I saw in 'one spot' a long, wispy 'smoke'. I couldn't understand 'why' it was only in
that one spot.
I began looking around trying to see the source it was coming from. I've been afraid of anything that looks like
smoke since we lost everything in a housefire in 2004.
I was beginning to go on high alert... to find that 'smoke'. Strangely... it 'wasn't coming from
anywhere'... it stayed in that 'one spot'!
I began describing it to Skip, telling him that on 'each side of that
'smoke', at the top and bottom of it'.......... there wasn't anymore of it
coming from any direction... not at all!
I've seen many strange things in my life... so, I'm accepting of things
happening that have... no explanation. I
instantly thought of Tommy....
The last time I'd ever seen that 'wispy smoke' was when my Aunt Frankie
sent me a big, brown envelope with some of my Grandma Alma's flowers (from her
funeral) in it.
When I opened it... a 'wispy smoke' flowed 'up' from it into the air. I looked around to see if my cousin,
Jimmy.... (who'd come to visit me) was smoking a cigarette... he wasn't!
Wispy smoke in the air 'trying to take shape'. It wasn't like the 'smoke' that filled our
bedroom where my mother's ashes sat on the mantelpiece over the fireplace. That room looked like a 'smoke-filled room
with no smell'.
This 'wispy smoke' might measure approximately 3 feet in length.... it
appeared to be 'slanted' in the air... sort of like how smoke comes from a
cigarette, but, alittle 'thicker'.
As I was describing this strange sight to Skip ... the wispy smoke 'seemed
for a moment to move around quickly'.... my mind wondered... is it going to
take shape.... am I going to see Tommy?
I watched closely... I really was expecting to see.....................
I know such things are possible. It
didn't take shape to be Tommy, it stayed in the air for several minutes
until... it disappeared in front of my eyes.
I sat there... looking, waiting to see if it'd reappear... it didn't. I sat there... disappointed. I just felt...........felt.......... sad.
A second thing happened just several days later... to make me feel
strange.
My next story will be about that.... 'A SECOND THING HAPPENED TO MAKE ME
FEEL STRANGE'...... (THAT WAS SO 'TOMMY'!).
Wispy smoke in the air... coming from 'nowhere... it was right there in the
air in front of me'.... was it Tommy trying to come back to see me?
Maybe it was Tommy. The wispy smoke didn't have to be the shape of Tommy. We never know what someone will come to visit us will look like or what shape he/she will be in. I am sure if there is any way possible for Tommy to come back to visit you, he will. My grandmother use to come visit me all the time. People think I should be afraid if she comes back. I ask "why". She didn't hurt me when she was alive, I know she will not hurt me now. I look forward to her visits! Love, Ms. Nancy
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