A visit from the ghost of Mary Duggan
Cell phone photos of Mary's spirit generated form.
A visit from the other side
It’s a strange feeling! Sometimes when you least expect it, a tap on the shoulder from the past will send you into a state of deep contemplation.
The back story…
I’m not a superstitious man, nor have I spent a lot of time contemplating the fate of the dead. For good or for bad, I've spent much time in the last few years, caring for and then assisting loved ones transitioning to the other side. It's a tough crossing!
Picture if you will, a large man in his 50s, a bit rough around the edges, consoling first a wife as to the inevitable, and yet, unexpected death of her beloved mother. Programed as a young man to largely side step sorrow by his rather stoic Nordic ancestors, and then a father that more often than not directed his son to emotionally ‘walk it off.’ I found myself dealing with emotions that at first were uncomfortable, if not entirely foreign to me.
And then... my father passed away. A year later, a brother would die of cancer.
Although by all outward appearances a ‘Rock’ for family and friends during this period of great transition, internally, I was an emotional shipwreck that held many questions as to the here-after, as well as the soul destiny of the departed.
Yes, I like many had been raised in the spiritual confines of the Catholic Church. Good and evil, Heaven and Hell, you know the story.
My question… Do we communicate with the dead?
Or more to the point of this story, do they attempt to communicate with us?
It’s all over television, and countless books have been written about it. What many refer to as a ghostly encounter, I believe to be a possible attempt at communication with the living by a passed one; through multiple layers of parallel consciousness. This realization can be a very difficult one, as well as a bit foggy, depending on the acceptance of the intended recipient of the message.
Anyone that has experienced a lucid dream, is aware of what I’m referring to. When we commune with the passed through our dreams, are we simply dreaming? Or has our mind, our essence, traveled to be with the passed loved one?
Orbs, clouds, and the ghost of Mary Duggan.
By all accounts, Mary Duggan was a kind, loving person. In the 9 years that I knew her, first as the mother of my girlfriend, and later as my mother-in-law, I never heard a negative word come from her mouth. That’s just the way she was.
Born in the early 1900s, Mary lived through the depression, and had lost her mother to heart disease at a very young age. She was left to care for her sister in the shadows of an evil stepmother. Non-the-less, this American Irish mother of five, was most grateful for life, and all that it had to offer. She had outlived her husband John by no fewer than 20 years; when she passed away from a dreaded bout with Shingles. In the end, all Mary wished for was to go home.
Checking out of the hospital, we escorted Mary to her nicely furnished apartment in the Eugene Hotel. We held her hand, and watched over her as she slipped away. It was as though a flame had been extinguished with a bucket of water. 45 minutes later…Mary was gone.
My wife Nancy had truly expected a glow of light in the room as her spirit left the body. This did not happen.
Let's Back up a step or two.
A women that always looked for the best in people, and accepted family and friends unconditionally for what they were, Mary would soon become a good friend to me, as well as a role model.
She would teach me the advantages of tolerance, as well as the benefit of extending kindness to others.
My dear wife Nancy missed her mother. She often expressed puzzlement as to Mary’s total vacancy in her dreams, and sense of ‘spirit.’ Double Irish, as well as a kin to pirate queen Grace O'Malley, my wife has her foot firmly planted in the spirit realm. She feels things!
Well it finally happened for her! Mary dropped in to say hello.
Monday night, while watching an episode of the Long Island Medium, Nancy mentioned that she really missed her mom, and would like to have a reading done in the attempt to hear from her.
In the mean time, I had been compelled to take several cell phone camera shots of the room we were sitting in.
sitting across from Mary’s piano, I began to capture a strange side light in my view finder. The room, other than the glow from the television, was in total darkness. What I was now seeing made very little sense to me at the time.
Unlike capturing an orb image, I could see the apparition as I took the shot.
After taking no fewer than two dozen shots, it becomes very obvious to me that the visitor had been sitting next to me. It then shifted to the piano bench, seemingly looking at our wedding photo. Moving across the room to where Nancy sat, the apparition hovered for a second or two, and then took its exit.
To say the least, an extraordinary encounter with the departed!