Spirits have come to visit me since I was eight. My first visitation was from my father. I did not know he had died until he told me himself. Newly deceased family members still almost always come to say goodbye to me. I generally see and hear them objectively, just like I would see or hear you. I occasionally sense their emotions or other personality details as if they were my own.
My favorite 94-year-old uncle passed away recently. He was something of a character while alive, and apparently still retains that quality in spirit. I did not yet know that he had passed. I thought I heard someone call my name several times in the morning, in my kitchen. The voice was rather faint, and high-pitched and it sounded very far away. I didn’t recognize it, and I didn’t see anyone, either, so I went about my business.
I was outside on our patio dead-heading geraniums that afternoon when I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye, to my left. I turned to look and saw the lower body only of a spirit, from the waist down. I perceived the spirit to be a very thin, elderly man wearing tan khaki pants and tennis shoes without socks. It was as if he was part of a wavy mirage, the kind you see on a hot summer day. His feet were about a foot off the ground, and his legs were moving like crazy! He moved right through the door into our mud room, so I followed him into the house to see if I could learn more. I couldn’t figure out if he was tap dancing, doing a vaudeville dance or some sort of Zumba workout. It was like a theatrical game of charades. I giggled out loud. It was one of the strangest things I have ever seen! By the time I got into the house he was gone.
Later the same day, I received a phone call from my cousin. She told me my uncle had passed away in the early evening the day before. I shared my spirit visitation story, with some chagrin that I couldn’t be sure it was him, or, even what exactly he was acting out. I had pondered it all afternoon, into the evening, but had not been able to figure it out. My cousin seemed puzzled also, and said her Dad didn’t even like to dance, and never had.
Then my cousin told me how her father had died. It seems that even at his advanced age he insisted on riding his bicycle recklessly without a helmet on dirt roads and hills near his house, like Evil Kneival, to his elderly wife’s dismay. I had known he still rode his bike when he was 80, but understandably assumed he had finally given that up many years ago. My cousin told me he had fallen off his bike many times, with frequent trips to the hospital for bumps and sprains, but this time the fall proved fatal. A neighbor saw him wipe out on the bike and called his wife, who called the ambulance.
My uncle survived the fall for nearly two hours at the hospital, and his wife and daughter were with him when he passed. My cousin said he seemed very pleased with himself and his situation. The last words he left his wife and daughter were that he had always hoped to go out while he was riding his bike. Bingo! That was what he was showing me with the crazy leg movement. Even though I did not see a bike in the vision, he was still riding his bike like a maniac in spirit. Message received.