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We are haunted by departed loved ones, but with less pain as the years pass, and maybe with less frequency until some change of weather, sound, taste, object, or dream again puts them vividly in front of us. From childhood onward we begin to shed beliefs. Santa is usually the first to go, then ghosts, aliens, and so on. Further reasoning will often discount a likelihood of the supernatural, paranormal, afterlife, or other dimensions. But over the years, every now and then, I've experienced extraordinary things that seem to mock my sense of certainty.Most everyday, I'd drift, not seeing what lay before me, but them ghosting about our old country house until years erased their routine returns. Yesterdaymy planning for Ireland brought them backlooking just as they did in '68on the eve of their leaving for Dublin.I dreamed them into a pub, Dad laughingabout the barkeep's brogue, later walkingwith Mom, arm in arm along the Liffey. Today, I was shelving an old book and outfell a postcard in her nun-schooled hand:We are meeting the nicest people here.This lovely green isle is heaven itself.
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