In Which I Discuss Ghosts

In addition to ghosts, I want to apologize for posts being a bit thin on the ground. I’ve been working very hard on making writing for a living a viable option, and in the evenings, when I have time free for the blog, I stare, impassive, and then do something else. However, I did just submit some poetry to a magazine, finally, and have been working on the novella. Hurrah!


Right. Ghosts. Well, Gentle Reader, I have  a tradition of getting fall-down drunk and communing with my dead. As my grandmother used to say, drunkards and imbeciles are close to other worlds*. That’s why getting rather swiffy beforehand is necessary. At any rate, it’s tradition, and there’s a little light ritual with it – photographs of your beloved dead, candles before them, a waft or two of incense; if it’s not impromptu and there’s a specific relative that you wish to talk to, perhaps some of their favorite food, that sort of thing. It helps to listen to your target’s favorite music, drink their preferred beverage, and so on.

Eventually, overcome with fondness, nostalgia, resentment, whatever – you’ll start talking to them quite organically. You can hash out old bitter pettiness, rail against family secrets too well kept, now lost. It’s wonderfully cathartic. It’s comforting, particularly when you miss somebody who’s gone.

Disappointment in you doesn't stop at the grave

Disappointment in you doesn’t stop at the grave

At any rate, last night I needed to commune with my dead, because I needed to apologize.  The last time I had done this, I was very angry with my grandfather – and I was rather rude, and unreasonable. I then laid into a number of other relations, for keeping everything about mental illness in the family so close-mouthed, leaving those of us left to wonder precisely what demons lurk in our blood.

I didn’t really leave anyone out, on either side. This includes my mother’s birth mother, for withholding information on my mother’s birth father. We’ll never have his medical info, for example.

Any road, I was being very disagreeable to a flock of ghosts, and they didn’t take it well. Therefore I had to appease them last night. They were also rather apologetic, particularly my father.

Is this weird? I don’t think so, but I’m pretty sure that other people don’t do this sort of thing.


*She also used to say that Drunkards are close to Imbeciles, usually right afterward.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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5 Responses to In Which I Discuss Ghosts

  1. ekgo says:

    OMG OMG OMG! This post is perfect for my timing because here is why:
    Ok, first off, I am the only person in my stupid family who cannot see/hear/feel ghosts. At all. I tried, oh god, how I tried for YEARS to befriend a ghost. I watched too much “Casper” as a kid, I suppose. I love the idea of ghosts, though maybe not poltergeists or unrestful spirits. Just ghosts, lingering, waiting, fading…so romantic-ish. Or something. Even better? SKELETONS! OMG, I freaking LOVE skeletons and I really want a little bit of their spirits to be left behind, just enough to get an idea of who the skeleton was while alive but, no. No such luck. Not for me.
    But! Everyone else in my family, and I mean the whole maternal line, not just Mom and my sibs, have had ghostly encounters. Jealous!

    So guess what Noelle is doing for Little B’s birthday/my birthday (we’re 5 days…and 25 years…apart)? She’s taking us to the Brown Palace for a night! (,_Colorado) ) It’s haunted! We’re going to go looking for ghosts!! We don’t know whether or not Little B is on my side of the apparition spectre-um (heh heh heh, OH I am SO clever!) or on Noelle’s side (she’s seen so many ghosts, it’s not even funny) so we’ll find out. I’m pretty sure my non-ghost powers are stronger than Noelle’s ability to traipse amongst those on the other side and none of us will be intoxicated because this is all happening for Little B’s 16th birthday so it’s really mostly about her BUT! There may be ghostiness. Who knows? But isn’t that exciting? I am so very excited. If only you could be there to help us out!

    Also…is that a wrinkle, a bellybutton, or a Sendak-like penis on your ghost?

    • Tyler J. Yoder says:

      THAT SOUNDS AMAZING! So amazing, apparently, that it took me three tries to spell amazing. At any rate, you *must* do a post about it after you get back – I want to know everything! Oh, I am so *thrilled* for you!

      Also, I hope it’s a wrinkle.

      • ekgo says:

        Oh, I am planning the post already! I hope to have it up on the 25th, but I’ll have to write it on the 22nd because we’re going to be there Friday and Saturday. And then I took off my birthday to help them move into their new house so I can’t write it then, either. But, hopefully, I will have a post and pictures on my blog in two weeks! Hee hee hee! OMG, this is going to be AWESOME!!!

        And I am surprised no other reader has asked about the ghost’s … wrinkle.

        • Tyler J. Yoder says:

          I didn’t even notice the “wrinkle” until you pointed out, and as you’ll find out from here on, that ghost gets used a LOT. I’m surprised no one else has mentioned it either.

          I will be waiting with bated breath for your ghost post. *I* think that the concentrated ghostiness of the rest of your family will overcome your ghostlessness, and you will finally have a story of your own.

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