My son and I were at my parents house and all of my siblings, nieces, nephews were gathered to celebrate Christmas. There was lots of activity — electronic and human — and everyone was enjoying catching up with each other and just hanging out and absorbing Christmas.
I was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and talking to my niece. While in the kitchen, I could also see into the family room where some football game was on the wide screen television and most of the food was in that room. Thus, most of the men were camped out there. As I was talking to her, out of the corner of my eye, I swear that I saw my late husband sitting in the chair that was only a few feet from me. I saw his profile and he was dressed in khakis and a maroon sweater. It was a split second thing and I quickly turned my head fully to see it again and then it was gone.
I loved that it happened because it was comforting, sort of a sign that he was with us. Not scary at all!
You might say that I imagined it because I was thinking about him and I guess that could be the case.
But then again it could be the magic of Christmas.
You gotta believe and with all my heart I do!