GERTIE SEES GHOSTS BLOG

Last Saturday Jeff and I attended the memorial service of a former co-worker named Pete who Jeff greatly admired.  Pete's life was full of joy and exploration; he was a computer tech and played drums with a passion.  Pete's adult children spoke at the service, and it was evident that Pete will be sorely missed.  I saw Pete's spirit appear when his son played the guitar as a tribute to Pete's musical passion, and his face was positively beaming!  The memorial service was held in a small town called Locust Grove, which is about an hour or so away from us.  On Sunday, our cell phone rang, and by the time I got to the phone, the caller had hung up.  I looked up the number under Reverse Lookup (switchboard.com), and it was the funeral parlor in Locust Grove.  Our cell phone number is not only unpublished but it's in my name, and very few people have the number.  I asked Jeff to call the funeral home and ask if someone from there had called; the person who answered said there was no one there except for her and that she didn't know why we would have been contacted by the facility in any event.  When Jeff hung up, I told him it must have been Pete, and I was really sorry that I hadn't been able to answer the phone when he called :).  The touching part of this incident is that Jeff's going through a rough patch right now, and he commented at the memorial service that he would have liked to have to have gotten Pete's advice about what he (Jeff) had been experiencing.