Ghosts

Ok, I admit it. I am a huge believer of ghosts. I don't have many solid beliefs, I don't know what happens after our lives. I honestly think we aren't meant to know. I don't spend a lot of time pondering that.  But I DO believe in ghosts.

When my dad died I remember one night sitting up by myself, it was the next night or the night after that. My mom came out and found me. We sat in my Grammas living room talking for awhile. All of the sudden, in the middle of the night, no one around, we both heard music. It sounded like it was coming out of the heater vent. We both heard it at the exact same time and just stared at each other. It was beautiful music. Just out of nowhere.

Anyway, we had a ghost living in our house. When I first moved in, I was pregnant with Zach and every now and then when I took a shower I heard a baby crying. I figured it was crazy pregnant brain stuff. But after Zach was born I would always take my showers while he was napping. I cant tell you how many times I got out of the shower because he was crying only to find out that he was still sound asleep. I asked Brandon about it and he would hear it all of the time too. He was a non-ghost believer and tried to rationalize it away. It didn't take long for him to start believing though. I learned when I hear a baby crying, sticking my head out of the shower would let me figure out if it was my baby or not. We didn't put a lot of thought into it really. Just one of those things. I figure a baby or a kid drown in the tub there at some point. I haven't looked into it really. I don't think I want to know specifics, what with my bleeding heart and all.

The reason for my post tonight is, I was showering and realized I haven't heard crying in awhile. My ghost baby seems to have moved on. I'm letting myself think that my kids helped that happen. I hope that the ghost baby is very happy somewhere. =)