I hope and now I wonder

We had a couple of good souls over for dinner last night. Good food, good wine and good conversation is a good combination. The souls with whom we dined are people we don't know really well, but also are people we feel like we've known for years. It's good to feel comfortable with someone right away. It's not forced; it's just easy.

In the course of our conversation, we learned that one of the people (who shall remain nameless) has a sense about...energy...spirits who have passed into another dimension. We started talking about the woman who first owned our house, and how we've heard stories from neighbors and the previous owner about her spirit being present in the house. It's a good, warm energy...not scary or threatening. So, our friend goes on to say, "there's a young man here too; who's that?" We looked at each other and shrugged. That was the first we'd heard about another spirit being present...

Later in the conversation, the topic turned to family dynamics and I mentioned my younger brother and how he died about a year and a half ago. Our friend immediately asked if he could be the spirit of the young man in our house. All I could say was 'I don't know.' I've never really been aware of that kind of energy, although I've wanted to be many times, especially after Tyler passed away.

I hope it's him. I know he's always with me in my heart, but it makes sense that the young man's spirit in our house would be him. We were very close with an immeasurable bond. A bond even death can't break. So, it stands to reason...and I hope...I wonder.

Peace on ya.