Unmistakable

As those of you who have read some of my posts know, my maternal grandmother is one of the guardians in my home. She passed away when my mom was 5 years old and has looked out for her kids ever since.

She is also not the easiest spirit, if you ask people like my medium friend, Tim. She was a stern woman in life, and she still carries that demeanour. She has her sweet, mothering moments, and she can be very noticeable if she does not like something. She knocks on the refrigerator when she wants my attention, and she can be very persistent if need be.

She passed away in 1969 at the age of 32. Only a handful of pictures were ever taken of her, and none of her kids have any. She did not like getting her picture taken. She still does not. So when she shows up on a picture, it is because she allows it. Like the picture on my profile, where she is a shadow next to my mom. She was there because her daughter was in pain and she wanted her to know she was there for her.

This year she did the same thing for me. My mom was visiting my sister for a week and my friends Tim and Elaine came to stay in the flat for my mom. With all the break in attempts we felt better having flesh and blood testosterone in the yard, no offense to Charlie, my guardian. On this specific day I was feeling defeated. Things had been progressing to the negative for a few weeks and I felt like they just could not get worse. Tim and Elaine were busy getting their kids ready for bed when Tim sent me a picture. I tried to download it but my phone just did not want to co-operate. I sent him a message and asked him what he sent me, and he told me to come to the flat and see. I was at the kitchen door when the picture suddenly opened. I ran in and Tim had that knowing smile on his face. He told me to sit down in my mom's recliner and look towards the television. Above the TV, my mom has a framed picture of my boys. I looked at the picture and could see exactly what I saw on my phone.

As you look at the photograph, my sons are facing the camera, though H is looking to his right. T is actually looking straight at the camera, but you can't see him. On the right side of the picture, my son is obscured by a very clear reflection of a woman's face. She looks so much like my mother (when my mom was younger) it is amazing. She seems to have her head tilted back slightly, and her mouth is slightly open.

I sent the picture to valkricry for verification, and she could see her too. But, Val also discovered a second face reflecting basically between my two sons. The second face is of a black (African descent) man. Val, I'd love your input. You can see where I am limited.