I thought he’d served in World War II, like his brothers. Turns out Matt was in the army during Korea.
I was drafted to help with the casket. It was the longest trek like that I’ve ever made, and the slick snow and the mud made it seem longer.
Two soldiers were there. One blew “Taps.” It was just simply perfect. The way it should be.
As the soldiers presented the flag to the family, the trees shook their snow on the crowd. There was no wind. We all laughed–an omen! From Uncle Matt.
When I left the luncheon to go home, outside with the other smokers was the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in months.
I keep forgetting how old I am.
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There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that the spirit of Uncle Matt was present at that time. I’ve been informed that some cultures believe that spirits linger on earth up to three days after a death. And I’m sure ghosts are some extended variation on that.
After the funeral, there was a luncheon at a nearby restaurant. As I was leaving the building, I held the door open for my dad’s wheelchair to pass. A woman standing next to me held the door as well. She was well-dressed, about 40, attractive, and smoking a cigarette on the restaurant deck. I didn’t recognize her as a member of the funeral party.
At that instant I suddenly felt a great intimacy with her. I can’t explain the feeling but it was very profound. Like “The Thunderbolt” in “The Godfather” movie where Michael is smitten with Appolonia.
For her part, the woman remained oblivious of me and I watched her leave the place shortly and get into her car and drive off. It never occurred to me until yesterday that maybe this feeling, too, was the spirit of uncle Matt.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”