Do you believe in ghosts? I do. I see them all the time. Sometimes I see them in the park across the street, in our backyard, or in a family member’s house. Mostly though, I see them on the water. Thankfully, they’re never frightening; in fact, the never seem to notice me at all. They seem to congregate at the places that I’ve loved the best. I think this is part of the reason that I like to see new places; the ghosts aren’t there yet. This summer, I saw them everywhere. While I enjoy seeing them, but they taunt me with the past, reminding me that it’s gone forever and that we only have the now.
The first encounter I had this summer happened at Princess Margaret Marine park on Portland Island. Lori and went for a short walk along the north shore to one of our favourite beaches, and there they were…playing in the water, watching the ferry wake roll in, and just chilling. It’s a beautiful, private spot and the ghosts seemed to be reveling in their surroundings. The family that was using the beach didn’t seem to notice them at all, but the ghosts were there. It’s possible that family is making their own ghosts…I didn’t ask.
I saw more in Tribune Bay, a young boy skim boarding and enjoying the carefree freedom of being a child on the perfect summertime beach. He looked great: strong, confident and full of the promise of youth. I desperately wanted to talk to him and ask about his day, but I don’t think that he’d have answered. So instead, I just watched and marveled at his grace. I’m pretty sure he’ll be there when I visit again.
Jedidiah Island is crawling with them. All kinds, some of them older than the ones I saw at Tribune Bay, some of them much younger. There was even a horse. Gibralter, the high point of Jedidiah was particularly crowded, but maybe that because it’s so small. They gathered close as we arrived at the summit, but were kind enough to let me enjoy the view.
Mostly, my ghosts are my young children, but sometimes they are friends. Occasionally I see me. I miss them all, but I’m here now. Change is the only thing that stays constant. The ghosts remind me of everything that has come before, and it’s been good.