This is a true story, every word. And believe me, Butch and I are still shaking our heads!
We live in the home that Butch's grandparents built in the early 1940's. Over the years it underwent some renovations. The room in which we spend the vast majority of our time, the den, used to be a bedroom used by Butch's great-grandmother known as Big Mama. Since the first day I moved into the house in 2001 I have frequently felt a presence here, especially when I am in bed. I can feel someone coming down the hall and walking around the bed, sometimes sitting on the edge of it. Now call me crazy if you want to but Butch has felt that very same presence and says he believes it is Big Mama. When my sister and her husband visited for several hours the night before Thanksgiving one of the first things she asked me is if there were any ghosts. I was surprised but said "yes" and she said she wasn't surprised at all. Actually at one point during dinner Pam gave out a small gasp because someone or something had touched her behind through the chair but the dogs were nowhere to be seen. Wes said he hadn't done it and Pam responded, "No, you would have been much more assertive!" It was almost as though someone wanted her to move over so she could join us! Big Mama is a benign presence, one I believe is watching over us.
On our first anniversary Butch gave me a pair of small oval diamond hoops, really diamond chips. We laughingly called them my "Oprah starter set". Those have been my go-to earrings for daily and dress up if nothing else suited better.
Saturday night I was getting ready for the supper club. I stood next to the chest of drawers and looked down as I pulled on my undies. There was my earring! I leaned over as I screeched for Butch and picked it up. But as he got there I realized that this earring was from another pair. Same shape but not the same earring.
Please tell me why in the world I would take an earring out, put it in the travel box when I keep them on the glass tray and how in the world did the black outlined one land on the floor? Butch and I looked at each and in one breath said, "Big Mama". Butch looked upward and said, "Thank you, Big Mama!" Say what you will but if you can come up with a better explanation I am more than willing to listen. However, if you read the last several paragraphs again, I believe you will come to agree that any other explanation does not hold water! The black earrings stay in the travel case. The diamond earrings live on the glass tray but were in my ears and they have a locking clasp on them. The floor had been swept and I had been bent over every day in the exact location where the black earring was found. And there is no way I would have put the one earring in the securely closed box and left the other in with no memory of doing so.
So all I can say is "Thank you, Big Mama! We are glad you are here!"