Last spring, just before my late grandmother’s house was sold, my dad and I went through it one last time looking for mementos. After Mimi — that’s what we grandchildren called her — passed away in 1993, my Aunt Lil had moved in and spent the next 20 years hoarding, so the house now comprised a crazy mixture of things that were just as Mimi had left them mixed with Aunt Lil’s heaps of crafting supplies and flea-market finds (books, knickknacks, kitchenware, second-hand clothing, etc).

Sorting through what we considered a mix of trash and treasure was an emotional task — half exciting, half devastating. This house and what it held meant a lot to both my dad and me, and I for one had a sense of desperation. This was our last chance to grasp remnants of thousands of precious memories — what if we missed something important because it was under a pile of smelly old clothes, possibly infested with mice?

To keep up our spirits, I began, jokingly, to talk aloud to the spirit of my late grandmother: “Mimi, what do you want us to take?” My dad eventually joined in, addressing some of his late siblings. We did find some things that stirred strong memories — I took some of Mimi’s colorful tablecloths, and Dad took a camel seat one of his sisters had brought home from a visit to Morocco.

Cover, Eternally YoursThen, when we were about to leave, we asked the spirits for help one last time, and the lamp in the living room began to flicker.

Yes, it really did.

Was it a sign from Mimi? From one of Dad’s late siblings? If so, what were they saying? Their own goodbye to the house? Or to us, for the time being? My dad is a firm non-believer in ghosts, but even he commented that it was “weird.”

Anyway, it’s that time of year again when the veil between this world and the next is thin. If you’re in the mood for a ghost story, please check out Eternally Yours, a full-length contemporary romance featuring a Victorian house and a Victorian ghost. Hubby recently helped design a new cover for it, seen on the left here. (What do you think?)

Meanwhile, happy hauntings!

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