“ Come to me and just call,” He whispered from behind me as I walked along the cemetery path; I knew it was one of the people laid to rest in the grounds there, but just who I had no idea, other than the fact that he was male. Out loud I asked, “Why… what is it you want me to come to you for?” I meant what the heck, why would I continuously go into a cemetery looking for some passed away guy. The man whispered again in back of me as I stepped forward, “There is a lot you need to know about life, and I can teach you. I have been there and more so than most men know or knew for my time, I was an important person”
“I think that everyone is important.” I replied.
“Yes, exactly why I decided to help you on this life thing we all must work in. Young lady, your quite bright and I don’t want to see you falter; life is a hard thing, people can be ever so much worse and cause you a lot of heart aches.” He was probably right, but my life had been brilliantly, and exceptionally, enjoyable thus far… I mean so far everyone was so nice, and life was just a fun ride I think, or thought. I asked the man behind me, “Which man are you in here, which, um… what was your name?” He answered with guidance along the path way, I felt a strong pull towards one specific area then a fast stop, as if I was being lead by the back and sort of gently pushed in front of a grave stone. “Is this one yours?” Norman B. Gennings was written along with year 1923-1955 and beloved husband, father, and son along with his mason symbol. I thought that was sort of neat, I had seen them before and knew it was a mason’s symbol, “Man you were smart I bet.” I said to him. “What all is it that you know? Hey Norman, on second thought, I think I will do my best to live my life as freely as I can, and not know the right way all of the time, if you don’t mind. Sometimes learning is making those mistakes that you seem to want to shield me from. But, hey thanks just the same for the offer. You all good with that?” “Yep, no problem kid, you will learn, we all do.” He chuckled, “Have a go outside and stop being so damn morbid, out with you!” I turned then and walked away from the cemetery not looking back. I think Norman was just a nice guy that wanted to help out from time to time when I needed it. I think my mother had the same problem with the dead as I do, if I remember correctly. She could kind of hear them constantly like I do. Every once in a while I get my free time though. I know it bugs a few of them when I go into a resting place because they don’t want me to know they’re there talking to me, but I do...
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