I spoke to my husband about how I *really* wanted to use this title even though it has perfect associations with the weird horror film ‘The sixth sense’ where a wee lad actually sees dead people.
It goes something like this…
“How often do you see them?
Cole Sear: “All the time. They’re everywhere. ”
What a skill set, eh?
Or like Mel Gibson in the movie ‘What women want’ where he hears what women think ALL THE TIME. Sure you’d make a fortune.
My point being that with a title like “Seeing dead people” you’d be forgiven for thinking I had paranormal abilities.
But I do not.
If you’re looking for ouija boards (a guy I fancied at the holiday camp site when I was 10 said he tried ouija board. Said he and his sister lifted off the floor. He also told me that he owned his own motorbike and had snogged twenty girls that Summer, so it’s fair to say he might be a liar), karma instincts and/or a deep rooted sense of ghosts you will, sadly, not find that here.
I am a complete scaredy cat if truth be told.
I grew up in the countryside and when I locked my pony’s “stable” (which was the old cattle pen within a big shed) I would sprint the one hundred metres across the yard to make sure I was clear of the dark, the leprechaun my uncle told me resided behind the big shed, or any kind of “bad men”.
This post is more about “seeing” my deceased Dad in the bodies and brains of my three children, my brother, and I guess, myself. Continue Reading…