when i was a little girl, my mother and i had a little ritual. i would ask,*momma, how much do you love me?* and my mother would reply, *like all the water and all the ocean, baby.*
then my mother would ask.*how much do you love me, baby?* and i would answer,*like all the rivers and lakes, momma.*
i never told anyone about that and indeed had almost forgotten it until many yeas later when my mother lay dying in the hospital. i sat beside her bed, holding her hand and she said, *how much do you love me, baby?*
i replied, *like all the rivers and lakes,momma* and she died.
several years later, my husband and i went to a hotel in pennsylvania known for the many spiritualists, seance masters, magicans and mind movers who stayed there. i told my husband that i was interested in joining a seance...and he said he would go swimming and take a nap and meet me for dinner and that i was a fool for being taken in. i signed up anyway!
as the time approached, i indeed felt foolish, but i went anyway. the ten or twelve people sat around a bare oval table and the master sat at the head. he asked us to relax and put our hands on the table, fingers touching and then think of the person we wanted to contact. i thought of my mother. he sat back in his chair and i heard him telling other people things...i heard sharp gasps. then he said,*sylvia, i have a message for you. it is....like all the water and all the ocean, baby.*
well, i needed help getting out of the room to the porch to meet my husband.
i have never told anyone this tale, until now....but i believe the spirits of our loved ones watch over us.
thebes
when my first grandson was born he was jaundiced, as many new born boys are. the doctor told my daughter theat he would have to stay in the hospital, under the special lights,until the jaundice went away. we were devastated and the hospital would not let us stay all night. so, i said...mostly to comfort my child, * i will ask sid to come and stay and protect the baby.* sid, my husband, had died the previous year.
as i stood looking at my poor grandson, naked under the light, with a bandage over his eyes...i asked sid to come and protect the boy until we could come back. i swear i felt someone large and flatfooted go by me into the nursery...and the baby stopped crying and i saw his little arm go up in the air and his fingers curl around ....something.
the next morning when we came back, the baby was fine and the nurses told us that he hardly cried all night long and he appeared to be holding on to something. they couldnt get over it.
we took him home that day. i know, surely as i sit here, that sid came and stood beside his grandson and held his hand all night long!
thebes
