I feel like I’ve gotten weird and I know some of you might think that my experiences are desperation by a grieving mom. Maybe they are. But I don’t really know how to explain some of them especially this one.
So here goes.
I’m walking the dog on Wednesday around noon this week, and it’s like 80 degrees F and suddenly out of the blue I feel this very cold, concentrated breeze for lack of a better description. Probably more like a blast. And then it’s gone.
So I look around to see if I’m on a grate or near some kind of opening and I see some haze but then nothing. I walk on, passing it off as some weather phenomenon I am unaware of.
A half a block later, the quick blast is much colder and much more intense, I stop and look around again a little more determined to figure out where this is coming from. But it’s not like it came from somewhere really specific. And this time I don’t see any haze or a visual of any kind.
I definitely get a spooked, uncomfortable feeling. I walk on.
And then a half a block later, the same feeling. Only this time, I get the distinct feeling I am not alone. Yet I am other than the dog. I didn’t notice if he reacted I was so flustered.
At the third quick cold blast it hits me like a lightening bolt. “Was that Charles’ ghost?” Am I that off in my head that I’m seeing ghosts now? Or is this just some deeper sense of awareness? Where did that cold blast come from?
I feel really, really weird posting this. I even contemplated keeping it to myself. But I’m too curious if any of you out there have had this experience and what you think it might mean.
This is even nuttier. But do you think he got my letter?