31 January 2014
For a long time, I have felt that there are people that have old souls. I have no proof of this, of course. It's a feeling. Meeting people throughout my life has encouraged my belief in this. I believe this is not something that happens along the way. I feel that people are either born this way or they are not.
Some people I have met seem to have a little something special. They seem to have a deeper feeling about life or perhaps a deeper sense of life. As far as I am concerned, it is a special gift.
I remember long ago my Dad and I were sitting on my front porch enjoying a nice summer day and talking about whatever came up. I remember mentioning a memory I had about a funeral back in Pennsylvania. I explained in detail what I "remembered". Back then caskets were laid out in homes. I remember how we parked the car outside the duplex and going inside. I explained the house and where the casket was. It was a woman who had passed. I just couldn't remember who it was (both my parents had large families - many still lived in Pennsylvania). I asked him who had died. My Dad just sat there. Quietly. And then he said the name of someone that I can't remember right now. But then he said I was not there. I wasn't born yet.
We both sat there for awhile without saying anything. I remember finally asking him how could I have known this. He finally said that it had to have been a pipe dream.
We never spoke of this again. It didn't seem that too much time had gone by that my Dad had passed on. But I haven't forgotten this conversation. It was a very special moment between my Dad and me. And I still can't help but wonder how I knew this. I will find out someday, but for now, it will remain a good "dream" and a good memory of my Dad.
This is one of the reasons why I feel I am one of those old souls. ♥