No Limits- Bk 2- Chapt 8- Beyond the Vale

Chris Ritchey Source

 

Forward: https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/02/03/no-limits-bk-2-forward-beyond-the-vale/

Chapter One: https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/03/03/no-limits-bk-2-chapt-1-beyond-the-vale/

Chapter Two: https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/04/03/no-limits-bk-2-chapt-2-beyond-the-vale/

Chapter Three : https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/05/03/no-limits-bk-2-chapt-3-beyond-the-vale/

Chapter Four:  https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/06/03/no-limits-bk-2-chapter-4-beyond-the-vale/

Chapter Five: https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/07/03/no-limits-bk-2-chapter-5-beyond-the-vale/

Chapter Six :  https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/08/03/no-limits-bk-2-chapter-6-beyond-the-vale/

Chapter Seven: https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/09/03/no-limits-bk-2-chapt-7-beyond-the-vale/

Ghost, Spirits or symptoms of Grief?

As mentioned in the previous chapter I had some experiences  in my  younger days.  Two  spring to  mind, as I recall .

When I  was about 15 we were living in another house in New Brunswick, Canada . The house was originally  a summer home and rumour in the neighborhood was that it was said to  have a ghost.  Well we paid no  attention to  that and my parents bought the house. The problem was the third bedroom  off the balcony  landing that went across the  great room, the door would never stay  shut. We didn’t use that bedroom due to  the position of the huge fireplace and chimney there was only  room for a small window so  it was always very  dark and very  cold. My  father said there must be a leak coming through  the chimney  and that once it was winterized  that would take care of that . Since the door would always somehow blow open  we locked it to  stop  any  errant drafts.

My  bedroom was at the other end of  balcony, I  had a  huge window that overlooked the beach and the St. John River.

My  father had been renovating and winterizing the house including my  bedroom.  My  mother had dressed the window with frilly  net curtains

In the autumn,  the warmer days led to  very cool nights. It was one such  night I  woke  feeling really  cold, I put it down to  not closing my  window.  The curtains were blowing in the breeze all white and gauzy, however I was too lazy  and half asleep so instead  I just snuggled down deeper in the comforter.

The next morning I saw the window was closed. I thought my  mum must  have come in and closed it during the night and then I realized there were NO  net curtains at the window, she had taken them down days before whilst my  Dad was working in my  room.  This is what I  thought I  was seeing, but obviously since the curtains weren’t at the window or even in the room????? And the locked door to  that other room was wide open .

Although there were always people I  wished I  could speak to  , (still do) that had passed. I was more intune with  De Ja Vue . I have always have the remembered dreams that  become reality as did my  son, Christopher.

I was called to a meeting in 1983  and one of the people (  who  shall remain nameless) was a horrible woman , loud mothed, very  wealthy , large but not in the way  of the heart, domineering and downright nasty.   This committee meeting I  was summoned to  was to  invite me to  Chair  and put together a special event in Lorain. I was very  uncomfortable about doing so. The  bullying woman  with a list of demands as to what I was supposed to do was infuriating  and frankly  quite insulting to  my  intelligence.  It was then as if someone was standing behind me  and said very  loudly

” That woman is an insult to  womanhood”

and I jumped thinking they  must have heard who  was behind me…… there was no  reaction  and then I  realized the voice was that of my  father’s mother who  had died 10 years previously. Needless to  say  I  did not chair her event!!! Nanny  Bunyan

 

No, my experiences were more de Ja Vue  and premonitions  if I  honest and I  had a lot of those.

No Limits-Bk 2-Chapter 4- Beyond the Vale

I know so  many  people who  have lost those dearest to  their heart and soul who look for signs from those loved ones, I know I did every minute of every day  after Chris died. His body  was just across the alley  at the funeral home. I would stand at his bedroom window  looking out across the garden to  where he lay waiting for his cremation and funeral.

I would write I love you  in the frosted windows incase he  could know somehow. I would look for signs  waiting to  see him . Nothing!!!!! my  heart was gutted, I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop  crying , carried around the little bear he had bought for me on his trip to England for soccer for days .I was sure I was dying myself the pain of losing him was cruelty in and of itself.  Nothing anyone could do  or I could do  made it any  less debilitating.  I just wanted it all to  go  away  to  be some horrible nightmare.  I too looked for signs but none came in those first days. I locked myself away in my  misery.

And then slowly things started to  happen

Collective hysterical madness of grief , desperate for some sign he was OK ,   in the three women in Chris life who  truly  loved him, his sister his Nana and me   and were grieving his loss ? Whatever they  say the signs in more ways than one were starting and getting stronger.   to  be continued…..

 

NO LIMITS -Bk.2-Chapt. 3 -Beyond the Vale