My ex-husband and I married in 1993. Our wedding was a simple country wedding with quite a few attendants each. The bridesmaids wore custom made denim dresses and carried grape vine wreaths decorated with Indian Paintbrushes and Bluebonnets. The wreaths were about 12 inches from one side to the other on the outside measurement. We had them made with a bottom put in them and then an 8-10 inch hurricane lamp filled with marbles and a 6inch white candle inside the lamp that all fit inside the wreath. They were quite heavy as you can imagine. They served as really neat center pieces.
My ex had a groomsman that was a very close friend to the both of us. He had married at an early age and the young lady that he married was not but 15yrs when they married. Her parents consented and my friend; Buck, was a good man to marry. After my husband and I were married we spent lots of time with Buck and his wife. My ex was very good about talking down to me and talking to me in a way that made me feel stupid. Buck used to ask me why I put up with it and why was I married to him?
My ex and I had been married about a year and a half and we had a wonderful, beautiful 6 month old son. Buck and his wife had split up after a marriage of many ups and downs. You really had to feel for him because he was such a wonderful person. My ex and I were living in an apartment. The apartments were only two-storied flats and we lived on a corner apartment on a quiet street. The couple that lived below us was an older couple and they were very quiet. The apartment next to us was vacant.
On a mild winter Saturday in January 1995 I was matron of honor in my best friends wedding. We were getting ready for her to walk down the aisle when I received the news that my dear dear friend Buck had committed suicide. He had been just really torn up over the loss of his wife and he had lived a sad life bearing witness to things as a child that no child should ever go through. So many of us wished that we had gotten just one more moment with him. We had him over to our place just a few days before he died. I was so close to him that he was even special to my parents. He had gone by the day before his death to show my Daddy his new truck. My Daddy said he acted as if there was nothing wrong.
That dreadful Saturday went by so slowly. That night as I lay in bed unable to sleep, I encountered my first ever haunting. Keep in mind that it was winter. Yes, West Texas winters are not so cold to a lot of you but for us, it is cold enough that we do not open our windows especially at night. We had a dresser about 3ft from the foot of the bed. The top of the dresser probably measured about 2 1/2 ft wide and about 2ft deep. It was an antique dresser so it was very well made and very heavy. I had one of the center pieces from our wedding set right in the middle of it.
As I was lying there unable to sleep, I heard the most unbelievable sound. I could not for the life of me figure out what it was. I got up and turned the lights on and found the centerpiece lying on the floor off to the side of the dresser. Bear in mind that it did not tip over and it did not break. It was as though something lifted it and then dropped it somehow managing not to tip it or break it. My ex woke up but did not pay much attention. With the gift that I have, there was no second guessing that it was done by Buck's spirit. I know deep down inside me that was who did it. I think he was taking care by not breaking it.
The funeral was not scheduled until Monday morning. It was a rough weekend. Sunday night I had to get some sleep, I was exhausted. It did not take me long to go out. Later in the night I was once again awakened by yet another sound. My first thought went to the center piece. So, I got up and turned on the lights. The centerpiece was right where it should be. I started to look around. We had a bathroom off of our bedroom. At the vanity I had our toothbrush holder on the left of the faucet and a cup on the right. The cup was a little solid cup that you would normally by for your bathroom. It wasn't heavy by any means but it did have some weight to it. When I got to looking for the cause of the sound, I discovered the cup lying in the sink like it had been knocked off. Once again there was no wind nor any big movements that would have caused the cup to fall or the centerpiece to fall. I still know both occurrences were caused by Buck.
The odd part to all of this is that Buck was buried the next morning and after that there were no other occurrences of any type that happened while we lived in that apartment. I knew that he would never cause any harm to me even as a spirit. I think it was his way of saying I'm here, don't forget me. I think also he was saying that he was still frustrated, even in death. I think he knew that his death was not an answer to his problems. It makes me sad even to this day that it took him dying to realize this and it just made more problems.