Honestly, it’s no surprise that I have Trickster gods as patrons when I look at my own family.  I say that with much love and affection as well as the requisite humor.

Last post I talked about a photo I found that I had no business having or having found where I did.  I had thought I had already related my other ‘weird’ photo incident but I was wrong.  So – here it is!

In either May or June of ’09 I was comfortable with having a small shrine to my grandmother next to my altar that I had kind started taking it (the shrine) for granted.  The grief of my grandmother’s passing was starting to loosen it’s grip even though I don’t think it will ever, truly, dissipate.  Anyway, as I was walking from the living room to the bedroom I happened to look down and there was a photo of my grandmother on the floor.  It was in the middle of the floor of the hallway and positioned so that it was ‘right side up’ as I was walking toward the bedroom.

The odd part was that this photo was one that I had recently (within a few weeks previous) had placed into a photo album that subsequently had been put away.  Neither my husband or I had touched any of the albums and the room I keep the albums in isn’t near the hallway I found the photo in.

My husband posited that perhaps that was the photo my grandmother wanted on her shrine.  So I placed it there and that is where it has stayed.

Fast forward to Valentine’s Day 2010.  Well, the Friday before that.  My mother called me and asked if I had sent her flowers for the upcoming holiday.  I hadn’t and told her so, but I had been ~thinking~ about doing so.  Mom’s voice got a little funny and she pressed me if I was sure I hadn’t sent the flowers.  I told her I honestly had nothing to do with it and we chatted for a bit longer.  Then she says “I don’t know who sent them but this is something your grandmother would do.  But she’s dead.”  I shrugged and responded: “That doesn’t necessarily mean that will stop her.”  Mom didn’t miss a beat before agreeing and then we both got a little weirded out because, honestly, this was something that my grandmother would do.  It was one of her favorite things to send Valentine’s Day flowers or chocolates to a family member anonymously or ‘from a secret admirer’.  It always had to go the person’s workplace or school.  The flowers were delivered to my mom’s office.

So. Mysterious flowers and photos.  I bet my grandmother is having the time of her afterlife being an ancestor.