Paranormal happens

Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow so we can expect six more weeks of winter weather. No surprise there. When I hear grumbling about the cold and snow, I remind the complainer that it's that time of year. I don't mind winter nearly as much as hot weather. That's when my complaining starts. Heat and humidity, ugh.

I've come to realize that there is a lot more paranormal activity out there than I would have thought. My neighbor was visiting a friend yesterday and the friend's three year old granddaughter walked into the kitchen and took my neighbor's hand. "You can see my friend, can't you? He says you can talk to him. Nana can't, but you can." Children are more open to seeing spirits than adults because they haven't had the ability programmed out of them. Often they're told that their friend is imaginary, someone they've made up. Maybe, maybe not. I'm more inclined to go with the not. I'll be going with my neighbor to this same friend's house tonight and see for myself. 

It's been suggested that my neighbor makes this stuff up but I don't believe that. When she was a child she was told not to talk about what she saw or heard because people would think she was crazy. She's kept it to herself for years but has opened up to me because I don't think she's nuts; I think she has an amazing gift.