Yesterday an old friend of the family passed away. V didn't want anyone visiting toward the end, only her immediate family. I wanted so badly to spend more time with her but I respected her wishes.
About a year ago I knew something was wrong with her; it was a gut feeling and nothing more. As the months went by I dreamt about her a lot. In most of these dreams I'm standing on the road outside her house. I know I can't get in and I don't try. They're sad dreams. In one dream I find a path beside one of the front gates. I enter through this path, it leads me to their house. But the house isn't there, it's like it was never built and I can't find my way out again. All dreams are in daylight.
I never asked V if she was okay or if she was ill. A part of me knew not to and another part of me didn't want to know. She's never been the best when it comes to doctors and conversations relating to medical topics always fall flat.
About ten years ago V had another medical scare but came out without a scratch. With little to no medical treatment. She really thought she'd live forever and so did everyone else if we're honest.
Last night I was at home tidying up. While I was dusting a desk I felt V suddenly behind me. It was such a strong feeling and I could see her in my mind stood behind me. I didn't turn around but I said her name and the feeling got stronger still. I could see clearly in my mind how she was standing, what she was wearing, how her hair was styled, everything. In my mind I could see her touching my shoulders in a half hug, way you do when you're comforting someone. When V touched my shoulders there was such an intense unmistakable feeling of her being right there. After a moment I shook the feeling off and walked away because I didn't want this to be what I believed it to be. Wish I hadn't done that.
Last night I kept dreaming of V. Just random stuff like sitting in their kitchen chatting, their dogs being rowdy. One dream was of one of her lampshades which she made for me when I was a wee lass. I have it sitting out ready for an old lamp that needs rewiring.
Today I got the call that she had passed away. I don't know what time it happened, only that it happened yesterday.
While I was on the phone the call kept going into static sounds. At one point the phone beeped a long kind of 'beep' sound. Never heard my phone make that noise. I was talking to my dad, who informed me. The paranormal is a no go topic for him so I didn't bring it up, not sure if he heard anything on his end.
I know it sounds cliché but V's always been an inspiration to me. In that she's always been unapologetically herself. Her passion for antique everything was completely unmatched and her home was the most haunted place I've ever known. I wrote about their ghosties years ago on here. The eccentric couple with the big ole posh place.
V was born into extreme wealth but was a hippy and artist at heart. Never worked a day in her life. Dedicated much of her time to helping others. She was so generous with people, often times to her own detriment. She would often have people in need live with her, usually recovering addicts. Which was often dangerous as V and her husband are big into recreational substances. It usually ended badly, very badly. V was beaten up a few times by some of the people she took in. Her heart was always in the right place but she could be very naive.
I don't think it's completely sunk in yet. I thought writing about last night would make me feel something but I'm kind of just numb.
On a slightly unrelated note about a year ago I was watching a horror on Netflix. In this movie someone holds a duck out from around a doorway or around a corner or something. It's a white duck and someone holds it out so it's like looking at you from the doorway. It's a silly quirky scene but it scared the bejesus out of me. For anyone who may remember, when I wrote about V's place years ago I wrote about a duck puppet that stuck its head around the doorway when we were kids. I thought V's daughter had done this and ran towards the puppet but nothing was there. So, did someone from Netflix read that or what?
Thanks for reading.
Blosomes, that's interesting about the ducks. Somewhere in my mind I think I've heard about a ducks blood being impure. Poor ducks what did they do? The film didn't have any paranormal stuff in it. Can't remember what it was called but it was an English film about a guy who hires a country house for him and his friends for his birthday. During their stay it becomes increasingly obvious all his friends hate him and want to do him harm. The duck scene was one of his 'friends' bringing a duck from the yard inside for seemingly no reason but to stick it around the corner lol in the same way I described in my old narrative about V and her husband's haunted home. It was a bizarre film, wouldn't mind seeing it again if I can remember the darn name.
I will smile for V and I will also do more for local heritage which is something we're both passionate about. She was one of a few people who got me interested in historical architecture and gardens.
Pelatiah, the phone static was so weird. It kept happening throughout the call at random moments the call lasted maybe 40 minutes But I didn't realise it could be V until it went 'Beeeep' right in my ear. My dad kept talking as if he hadn't heard anything. The beep was (I think) through the loud speaker on the phone, not the little receiver bit. The static was coupled with the sound of my own voice echoing back at me. Dad didn't seem to be hearing that either. I've been on a couple of calls since then and the line has been completely clear. So I'm going to blame V lol.
V leaves behind her husband so the dogs are at home as usual. If anything the dogs health will improve now because V was always feeding her pets cake!
I think the lampshade was her too, maybe telling me to put a rush on that lamp rewiring lol.
Aww thanks Lady Glow. I wondered the same about the timing of her leaving the physical body. Maybe all my recent thoughts about her drew her to me somehow. She really is a special woman. ❤