Blarch #7 - A Ghost From The Past

Good morning Tashers!

I missed the dying of the river. I had to work. I may hit the city tomorrow to witness the brilliance. If you're not a native Chicagoan, you won't get it. 

Anyhoo, todays blog is sponsored by the letter G. As in I am still haunted by Ghosts. Two in particular, but let's just focus on one for now.

So I came home from work tonight and just fucking around on Facebook, as usual, when a 'recommendation' popped up. It was for a page called Fireman Electric. 

Seeing this was a huge shock to my system and triggering, for a multitude of reasons. 

Long story short, Fireman Electric was my stepdad's company that he build from the ground up while we lived on the south side of Chicago. Anyone who knew this man will never forget him. He was a personality unparalleled. I honestly can't do him justice in words. My mom married him when I was 5, they divorced when I was 15. Yet even after, we stayed close, we talked often. He saw me grow into a woman and followed me on my journey becoming a wife and mother. His POV was always unique and his  words of wisdom were always spot on. The man was brilliant. And I respected him for that. He met my husband(s). Met my kids. I met his wife(s). It was all copacetic. 

Until the day he died a few year back. A death I had to hear about from a third party. Not exactly the best scenario but out of my control. 

After his death, he came to me often in dreams. He attempted to explain and I was desperate for closure, so we entertained each other and finally came to some semblance of peace. I think?! 

His phone remained active for years. I would call it every once in a while, just to hear his voice. I would leave messages each time, knowing he would never, ever hear them. Yet at the same time, knowing he would. On a certain level. 

I know, sounds crazy, right?! But those who have done something like this may understand...

So to see this FB recommendation to just randomly pop up today was unnerving. Perhaps another sign from above??

 If so, I see you, Ken. I miss you, and know you watch over me. Let's grab a pint at Shinnick's Pub soon.