Sense

I believe I have been here before.

I mean not at this desk or even in this lifetime but that I have been to earth before as a different human. Some may think I am crazy, which may be an accurate description, but I can say with certainty this soul of mine knows things that it wouldn’t know or shouldn’t know without having experienced it a time or two before.

I also know the human brain is capable of much more than we care to admit. I think this is often best demonstrated by our young children whom have no filter on what would be acceptable and not acceptable in our society.

When I was 16 years old I woke up one morning and told my mother my best friend was going to get in an accident with a van. My mother immediately told me to not say such evil things about my friends. However, I believe it scared her, because like me she believes that people don’t always listen to what they already know.

That evening my best friend got into a horrific accident, surprisingly with a van, totaled her car and clung to her life. When I received the phone call the next day, I threw up. I’ve spent the days since that life changing event ignoring anything that resembled a premonition because that moment scared me half to death.

Flash forward to Saturday night. Kyan and I were playing a made up game of Zerbert’s (Kyan named it after those wet kiss type things you do to kids bellies even though the game is not at all related to those) while waiting for the cookies to cool. The game consists of two oversized oven mitts, one on each player, and then you swing in for a high-five as hard as you can and see how far the mitts go, it’s really quite amusing, I swear. Kyan is getting all excited and asking me who will be attending Aspen’s party, he would ask and I would either confirm or deny their attendance.

He stops, turns to look at me and says definitively that Cracker is coming and heaven is bringing him to play with Brownie.

I got scared, like in that Sixth Sense kind of way, like my kid had just turned to me and said “I see Dead Dogs Mama,” and, in my mind anyway, he did indeed just exclaim that he did see dead dogs.

I did my best not to let my jaw hit the floor while trying to coax more information about our dog that crossed over not too long ago. I got enough information to not want to continue the discussion. My son sees dead dogs, well one dead dog, which may be having a hard time crossing over and leaving the little boy whom loved him dearly.