It Was a Ghost! I Swear to It!!

Once upon a time, in the 1980s, somewhere in southern Quebec, my parents went to a wedding.  My father was part of the wedding party and as such, stayed with the groom at the hotel.  My mother stayed with the bride’s party at an old family cottage in the woods.  My mum never understood why she could not stay at the hotel with my father, after all they were married.

On the day of the wedding, the bride’s party was waiting downstairs ready to leave for the church.  Mum was upstairs retrieving the remaining wedding essentials.  As she was about to walk down the stairs, someone pushed her.  As she fell down the stairs mum shouted, “Why are you pushing me?”  When she reached the bottom, her collar-bone was broken!

Arm in a Sling!
Arm in a Sling! With a pissed off face… One I am certain my father received at the hospital

Mum was rushed to the emergency room, as a bridesmaid was sent to search for my father.  Dad was found eating breakfast with the grooms party.

The bridesmaid rushed to my father and said, “Your wife has fallen down the stairs, she’s okay but is at the hospital, she has a broken collar-bone.”

Dads reply, “Shes okay though, right?”

The bridesmaid in a slight panic replied, “Yes, it is getting set now.”  To which dad replied, “okay thanks for letting me know” as he went back to eating his waffle breakfast.  The bridesmaid looked at him and said, “You understood me right?  Your wife is in the hospital!”

 Dad nodded and said, “Yes, I’ll finish my breakfast, shes fine.”

Only after breakfast did my father go to the hospital to check on my mother .  She was already passed out from the medication.  Do dad return to the wedding to do his duty to the groom.

Dad did eventually returned to the hospital.  Mum, at that point, was terribly sick.  She had her arm in a sling, she was vomiting uncontrollably with extreme chest pain.  Later, she would described the experience as having a heart attach.  In fact, she was having a severe allergic reaction to codeine!

As the story goes: when mum was taken to the hospital, she was in such extreme pain, that although able to speak French, she was unable to communicate that she was allergic to codeine to the doctor- who only spoke French.  The bridesmaid that took her to the hospital did not know she was allergic to codeine.  At this point my mum would add, that if my dad had just come to the hospital when he was told to, he could have told the doctor, and she would not have been given codeine, thus she would not have to endure such a horrible night of side-effect.

However, my father always added, that if he had not finished the breakfast he would have not eaten all day, thus would unable to care for his ill wife that evening.

I am not sure which add-on to believe.  After all she was asleep at the hospital, whilst he was away.  But she did almost die, because no one was able to tell the doctor she was allergic to codeine.

The story is not over … If you may recall, mum shouted, “Whey are you pushing me?”  Everyone heard her say it, but the thing was no one was upstairs beside mum!  No one saw anyone near my mother.  There is no possible way for someone to push her… So why did she ask the question? Who pushed her?  Who did she think she saw?

My mum to her death – more than 30 years later  swore, without ever faltering, that a ghost pushed her!   Honestly, it freaks me out even to this day!  Everyone heard her say it, she swore she saw someone!  The moral of this story, to me, is to always hold onto the railing when you walk down the stairs.  And never ever trust a ghost!!!

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween

BOO Happy Halloween!

Farewell.

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