But first I must thank all of you who read my entry into Ms. Magaly's 2015 Witches in Fiction. So many lovely comments and here's the answer to a couple of questions.
I worked in the cemetery for 4 years. It only took me about 5 months to get used to the funeral director terrorists and the people distractions.
But the part I never thought I would experience, let alone come to enjoy was the visitations from the inhabitants of the memorial park, both human and animal. We had coyotes, roadrunners, prairie dog, squirrels, rabbits, quail, meadowlark, hummingbirds and feral cats. The doors were left open except if there was inclement weather, so more than a few times we had roadrunners or rabbits in the garden in the middle of the mausoleum. Never a dull moment in such a quiet setting.
There were days when the park became very active with spirits. There was always an electricity that was the memorial parks aura. Most of the time I would just glimpse spirits but on a few occasions I had them join me wherever I might be in the days work or on the grounds.
|this is much like the "welcome wagon lady" looked|
Each and every time Mr. Mauldin came in, I would walk with him back to his crypt where he "slept" and explained that the person next to him was his second wife and her name was Anne. Then he would thank me and go into the wall. And go through the same process at a later time. He was still searching for Jessie. He didn't remember Anne and was puzzled by a woman named Marijean who kept leaving flowers on the crypt. She was his third wife and quite a talker herself. When she came to visit him, I could almost count the days until Mr. Mauldin would be back to ask the same questions. It was only through my talking with Marijean that I found out the whole story.
Jessie was his sweetheart from high school. They had known each other all through school. He was devoted to her. His second wife Anne had been a high strung woman who loved Mr. Mauldin but not nearly as much as she did her medications and kept to herself much of the time they were married. Marijean met him in the nursing home and they got married much to his family's displeasure. She would always laugh and say she was a default wife because Mr. Mauldin didn't like to sleep alone. It all made sense.
And don't worry about Marijean, she also visited her first husband who was in crypts only two rows over from Mr. Mauldin. She joked that both her fellas were there waiting for her. I didn't say a word about the one of her fellas that visited with me often.
The next spirit Clara never spoke or had any persons visit her as far as I knew. She was in an outdoor crypt near where I parked my car. Sometimes when I got to work she was just sort of hanging around outside the mausoleum. Once or twice I saw her come through the front doors, particularly when there was a service in the Chapel across from my office. I once saw her in the Chapel with a coffin. She looked as though she were talking to that person. Maybe she was a self appointed welcome wagon for the newly arrived. She would also pause in front of my window that faced out onto the garden in the middle of the mausoleum. Never a sign of recognition that she saw me, but I certainly saw her.
|this is very much as Mr. Mauldin and the little boy appeared|
There were other glimpses, but these were the three spirits that I saw frequently. I asked the others at the cemetery if they too saw spirits but Eddie the ground supervisor and I were the only ones who admitted to sightings.
Lastly was a woman, who we all knew very well from her flamboyant behavior, came into my office and asked me to accompany her to her husband's crypt. I thought she was going to report that something was missing or that she was unhappy with something. But when we reached the heart level crypt, she turned to the chair that was close by and said to the chair.....because I saw no one, "now ask this young lady if I've been here in the last week?" She paused for the amount it might have taken for those words to be spoken to me and then said to me, "well tell him". I felt as though I was either being pranked or I should back away slowly, but instead I faced the chair and said "of course she was." I then turned and high tailed it for the restroom. I'm sure she thought she saw her husband and perhaps she did, but this was the same lady who had her newest boyfriend drive her to the front of the mausoleum and drop her off. He (the man de jour) would then go park his car and wait at the back exit, while the Mrs. left notes and cried and kissed poor Sam's crypt. She then drove off and would come back the next month........which meant I lied to Sam. Damn.
The time I spent with the spirits was a precious life lesson and a special time in my life. I shall never forget nor lose focus on what a thinning there is of the veil at this time of year and also for those with the sight.
GK has requested a trip to the cemetery to perhaps see these spirits......after all it is right across the street from where she goes to high school. wooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!