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May 29, 2016, Sunday.
(10.00) – I take Thumb Butte steep trail, reach the top in 24 min (my best to date) and climb the off-
In this mood of reflection I say to Doris out loud that it would be nice if she could give me a sign. Like many couples, we had long agreed that if we could do such a thing in any life after death, we would.
11.01 – My cell phone rings. Seeing a local number I do not recognize, I answer. Instead of a person, though, I hear a deep and almost machine-
Now I have heard this weird sound once before on a voice mail recording. It rises and falls in intensity, pauses frequently, and somehow or another manages to suggest an occasional voice speaking a ghostly sort of word above the grinding hum. But I could never quite make out what the words were. As I have just been communing with some sense of the spirit of my deceased wife above the trail, it does cross my mind that this could also be a sign — an elementary version of what are called EVPs. That’s Electronic Voice Phenomena, in which a phone or tape/audio recorder mysteriously manages to reproduce the voice of a departed spirit. The voice might say, as in one case of a teen-
And so I say something like, “Hello, Oma, is that you?” But there is no answer, and the grinding and pausing continue. I say, “Hello, hello!” Nothing happens. I suppose whoever has called (and I’m not thinking Doris) may hear my voice while unusual atmospheric conditions or some such thing prevent me from hearing him or her. I think to hang up and call back then.
My friend Chuck Post answers. When I hear his voice, I think he must have called to arrange for us to have a coffee somewhere, something we haven’t done for a while. We chat for a bit about other things and it eventually occurs to me that he does not know he just called me, or perhaps he did not just call me. I confirm that with him, something we naturally find a little strange, but we arrange to meet tomorrow, Monday, for coffee.
Naturally, I decide I’ll just view this as a second sign from Doris.
This feels like a sign to me not for that reason, so much as this: that I am very familiar with the white-
This day felt very special to me. I wrote our two children about the three signs from their mother and went to bed feeling very content.
And then there came the second day. Memorial Day.
(11.15) details: Chuck’s incoming cell calls do not show his name on my phone because I’ve not got around to editing it and that’s because he doesn’t much use it to call me, nor do I call hin on it very often.
He has checked his call history, however, and notes that his phone does show outgoing calls to my home phone, my Skype number, which transfers unanswered calls to my cell, at about the two times I’ve mentioned here — 10.41 and 11.01.
It makes sense, then, to suppose these were actually trouser-
Hmmm. And given the seemingly tiny likelihood of even one occurring by accident of bumping around in a pocket. My phone doesn’t do that.
10.41 note: This call was also recorded on my Skype account at the same time, but with a 2.53 duration. Chuck’s call went first to my Skype number and then got forwarded to my cell. This is also true for the 11.01 call.