I saw this ghost once. It was such a warm and gentle spirit that it almost moved me to tears.
I didn’t cry though. I asked the young women in front of me, who had taken my order for vegan nachos, if she believed in ghosts. Her head turned a bit sideways as the confusion cleared, and she told me she didn’t know… that she’d have to think about it.
There’s this little thing that I do. It’s not a big deal, but I carry blank greeting cards for times like this one. While the young women disappeared, I wrote that “There is a warm and gentle spirit hovering above you.”
I signed my name, and wrote my phone number in case she ever felt compelled to talk about it. She didn’t get around to answering the question, so I handed her the card just before I left the restaurant.
The young women never called, but I ran into her again once. She seemed a little nervous as she walked over in the crowded room. She simply said “thank you for the card,” before she turned around and walked away.
The spirit was still hanging out above her shoulder, so I guess I saw that ghost twice.
— leest1 —