Happy New Year’s Eve. Hopefully you’ll get a chuckle out of this story, as did I when it happened.
I’d given myself a present for Christmas, just an impulse buy—a necklace I’d found whilst shopping for gifts for others. To justify my spend, I put it under the tree, signed as Vernon. As my widowed friend Sandy says: “Just because the husband is gone, doesn’t mean the gifts have to stop!” On Monday, I put it on before visiting my friend Lucy. We walked her dogs around the block, but on our return, I realized the necklace was gone. I didn’t expect to find it, as I kept telling Lucy, as we retraced our steps. I told her it was silly of me to even attach his name to the gift, when really I bought it for myself. It was stupid of me to even make that kind of trick-attachment to any item, creating sentiment where it wasn’t before. And sure enough, I didn’t find it.
Later in the day, when we were about to leave, I had the impulse to check my clothing, perhaps the necklace had fallen when I took off my scarf. At once, a golden glint! It had fallen into my BRA, tucked away without my notice for the past several hours. Maybe it was from Vernon after all! 🙂 The humor of ghosts—it’s an acquired taste.
Happy New Year, everyone! Thanks for being alongside my family through this past one. I am forever grateful. Many, many blessings upon all your heads! And may your ghosts make you laugh.