Phantoms & Specters. Lisa Yorio

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СКАЧАТЬ bit down the road I saw another truck that said the same thing. That's when I realized it was him trying to give me a message that he is still around watching over me.

       6/21/14

      The following day Zoe and Spooky were acting weird in the hallway near the bathroom and the spare bedroom. They were both looking around and barking at something that was not there. They did not want to pass by the spare room. This is a room where I keep a lot of Kiki's pictures displayed. On the same day I happen to be wearing a necklace of the letter K. I wear it in remembrance of Kiki. On the way home from shopping, there was a weird reflection of light flashing in the car. I tried to figure out where the light was coming from. I realized it was reflecting off a keychain in my rearview mirror. The keychain contains a picture of Kiki and a small vial of his ashes. I felt these were all little signs to get my attention. This is his way of saying hello.

       2/16/15 & 2/17/15

      I had a dream about Kiki two days in a row. He was alive again and just acting normal like he never left. I was walking him and playing with him. I felt such joy and happiness just to be with him again. I didn't want the dream to end.

       2/18/15

      Then the following morning the most extraordinary thing happened. I was getting ready for work about 7:30am in the bathroom. Suddenly, I heard a quick very loud whining sound. It was definitely the whining sound of a dog. I thought it was Zoe, so I looked over at the bed. She wasn't there. I looked down the hallway, but it was dark and no one was around. Zoe & Spooky were lying down on the chair in the living room. Then I entered my walk in closet. I felt a little weird. I felt a presence near the entrance of my bathroom, next to a big canvas picture of Kiki. I couldn't believe what I just heard and experienced. I called out Kiki's name and asked if he was there. A few minutes later, the feeling subsided. I didn't tell Val at that moment. I still wasn't sure if the whine or bark that I heard was Kiki, but I had a strong feeling that it was him trying to say hello. I was still in shock about 15 minutes later after the incident, but I was happy that it did. I was hoping to see his apparition but I was content with at least hearing his bark. I didn't tell Val until a few days later. I was waiting to see if she was going to tell me that maybe the bark came from Zoe or Spooky that morning. She never did. Once I told her about what happened she said they were both with her, sleeping in the living room when the incident happened. I believe it was Kiki because every time I feel really sad and start grieving over him, he usually appears in some way. There have been too many signs to dismiss this as just a coincidence.

       4/24/15

      I had a dream about Kiki. He was swimming underwater in a pool, and he was looking up at me. His face looked so cute, happy, and peaceful. It looked like he was smiling.

       4/25/15

      The next day Val called her mom in New York. She wanted to wish her a happy birthday. Her mother briefly mentioned that she dreamt about Kiki the night before. She said he was dancing. I felt this was another message from him. She liked Kiki very much and was very sad when he passed away. I couldn't believe we both dreamt about him the night before.

      I was happy that I got Spooky after Kiki passed away, but I was still sad and I missed Kiki terribly. I also sensed that Spooky missed him and I didn't want him to be alone since he was such a young and active dog. I decided to get another pug. This time is was a female. Her name is Zoe. Ironically she was born the next day after Kiki passed away. I felt like it was fate and I was meant to get her. She reminds me of Kiki and she even looks like him. She is obnoxious, a bully, cute, affectionate, shy, and tough. She and Spooky get along very well. They love each other. They play, they fight, they sleep, and they do everything together. I feel she was a gift from Kiki. Somehow he pushed me to finally get her. I always wanted a female pug. Sometimes it feels like I'm taking care of two young kids but I wouldn't have it any other way. I know Kiki is looking down on us and happy that I found some other dogs to love. Kiki will never be forgotten. I cherish the day we will be reunited again in Heaven.

      My Father

      In Loving Memory of

      Genaro - "Jerry" Yorio

      9/3/39 - 7/26/13

      Sparrowbush, New York

       Ghost / Dream Communication

      

       Dream communication is a phenomenon where a spirit can manifest itself within one's dreams to communicate. These events usually occur when the spirit attempts to notify the living of their death.

       A Phantom may refer to: A Ghost , in traditional belief, a physical manifestation of the soul or spirit of a deceased person.

      Although I was not close to my father, I believe he was an extraordinary man. He was well liked by his coworkers and they said he was a nice man with a good sense of humor. I only got to see this side of him later on in my life because he wasn't really there for me while I was growing up. He was a strict, Italian born in Bronx. He had two brothers and a sister and from what I gather the black sheep of the family. He was a partier growing up. He smoked, he drank, and he did drugs. Everything I vowed never to do. He was also hard working, he had a good work ethic, he was smart, and a creative photographer. He smoked and struggled with alcoholism for years. He finally quit drinking and smoking later on in his wife. He retired and still went back to work just to keep busy.

      I thought he was too strict with me but looking back I am glad the way I was raised because it made me the person I am today. I now realize why he said or did the things he did. Of course, I didn't know it at the time.

      He commuted to NYC by driving to the train, then riding on the subways, and then he walked a few blocks just to get to work. The commute was two hours one way. So that was traveling about four hours a day just to support his family. He kept moving my brother and I further from the city into the country, so we would have a better life. He couldn't afford to live in the city with us and didn't want us to be brought up in a bad environment.

      NYC seems exciting, glamorous, and the best place to be. However, from my experience it is dusty, expensive, crowded and dangerous.

      There are also a lot of good things the city has to offer. The theatres, concert venues, museums, art galleries, world class restaurants and shopping.

      Since I was traveling there in my teens and 20's. I didn't have a lot of money so I didn't see the nicer side of the city. I hung out at CBGB's, seedy bars, and the techno bars such as the Limelight, The Tunnel, Webster Hall, and Twilo.

      I also frequented small goth bars and dives like the "Bat Cave" and "The Pyramid".

      Later on, I branched out and went to party at clubs with my friends in Boston, Connecticut, and Philadelphia.

      Believe it or not I stayed away from drugs and alcohol. Since I grew up in a small town I wanted to be around people, music, and dancing. I loved music and dancing, and I just wanted to have fun.

      Today, now in my forties, I am the opposite. I don't like crowds, I don't dance but I still love music. I'd rather be home reading, writing, СКАЧАТЬ