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1) My great aunt lived with us from when I was in 2nd grade until her death the summer after I graduated high school. We were close. She was my Nana since I had never had grandparents. Towards the end, she had trouble getting up from a sitting position, always needing help when rising from her bed or the toilet. Fast-forward to a Saturday a month or two after Nana's death. My Mom and Dad both worked on Saturdays, my aunt who lived with us was off for her weekly appointment with her beautician (I was an only child, totally outnumbered by adults), and I was reading the paper at the kitchen table. Suddenly, I (thought I) heard Nana call out from the bathroom for help. I got up, walked into the small hallway near the back of the house that was the hub for doorways in five different directions (kitchen, bathroom, Nana's room, dining room, and stairway to the second floor), and glanced into Nana's bedroom on my way into the bathroom - everything was status quo. Of course she wasn't in the bathroom, but when I walked out her butt print was on her bed as if she had just stood up. Again, I was alone. I wasn't scared - after all, she was my Nana!
2) Every once in a while I can smell traces of Winston cigarette smoke in the house. It's happened here and in our last house. However, no one has ever smoked in any of our homes, ever, unless they were the contractors building the houses before we moved in. But no, I smell fresh smoke. Dad smoked Winston's. I figure he's been following us around because he and Mom visited regularly when they were alive...just not here in MA. Neither of them was alive when we moved from OH.
Same thing with coffee. Mom made it very early (about 4:00 AM) when Dad worked, but not until around 9:00 AM or so after he retired. I'm first up in our house, and nowhere near as "early" as 9:00 AM. (Hey, don't judge! ). However, on occasion I'm awakened briefly by the smell of fresh coffee brewing around 9 or 9:30 AM. I guess whoever brews it then drinks it up and cleans up, since I've never had a cup of the stuff waiting for me by the time I get downstairs.
2) Every once in a while I can smell traces of Winston cigarette smoke in the house. It's happened here and in our last house. However, no one has ever smoked in any of our homes, ever, unless they were the contractors building the houses before we moved in. But no, I smell fresh smoke. Dad smoked Winston's. I figure he's been following us around because he and Mom visited regularly when they were alive...just not here in MA. Neither of them was alive when we moved from OH.
Same thing with coffee. Mom made it very early (about 4:00 AM) when Dad worked, but not until around 9:00 AM or so after he retired. I'm first up in our house, and nowhere near as "early" as 9:00 AM. (Hey, don't judge! ). However, on occasion I'm awakened briefly by the smell of fresh coffee brewing around 9 or 9:30 AM. I guess whoever brews it then drinks it up and cleans up, since I've never had a cup of the stuff waiting for me by the time I get downstairs.