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Poltergeist
Emotion
by Tori
Last night, my husband and I were watching the Reagan funeral. I found it very emotional watching his children give their speeches. I was tearing up and wiping tears. By the time they handed Nancy Reagan the flag, I was boo-hooing out loud. My husband left the room, walked to the kitchen out of my site. From where I sat, I knew where he stood, as I could see a site line into the kitchen, but not him. I said to him after he walked in there, thinking he didn't want me to see him tear up, I said, "Honey, it's okay to cry."
As soon as I said that, a box of Kleenex sitting on my computer desk across the room from him, flew across the room, hitting the counter and dropping at his feet. I asked if he did that! Of course he didn't as he was on the other side of the room. He asked if I did it and I said I'm sitting right here – in the living room. I jumped up and picked up the box of Kleenex. A tissue was extended at a right angle hanging out of the box, pulled by the wind as it whooshed across the room. We both heard the whoosh sound. He said "Poltergeist?" I said, "I think it was me."
I have just experienced breast cancer and reconstruction three weeks ago, convalescing at home. The rawest of emotions were coming out when I was crying. I think unconsiously, as I told him, "It's okay to cry" – well, he must've needed a tissue?
We're both acknowledge this morning that we each saw and experienced that although we both think it's pretty unbelievable if we tell others.
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