Listening to The Killers, Read My Mind

My great-great-grandmother was born with a veil across her face, a caulbearer. This happens when part of the amniotic sac remains on the baby’s face or head at birth, resembling a veil. According to my late grandmother, she could see spirits. She was a medium. I’ve often wondered if this was the reason my family had a tendency live in houses populated by ghosts. Did it have more to do with my family’s lineage or the houses themselves?

There have been times when I’ve felt positive my ancestors played a part in events unravelling around me. This came in the form of a strong hunch, or a dream about a person or place, a heads up. Hey there, clueless. This will be important. Pay attention! It didn’t always happen right away. Weeks, maybe years could go by before I made the connection that left no doubt that my ancestors were watching over, bent over laughing at the pure absurdity of it, and patting themselves on the back at how perfectly they had orchestrated the whole thing.

I can’t even say they always made sense to me. Some encounters were fleeting, barely grazing notice. Others, completely rerouted and changed my life. And there were the bittersweet ones and the ones that broke my heart. There is a book in there somewhere, I know.

Happy hump day!