The call came while I was eating lunch.

"We are sorry but your father is gone.", said the women on the other end of the line. "What do you mean gone?" , I asked. " "I hate these calls.", she said. "Your father has just died. You may want to come see him to say goodbye." I did want to see him, but goodbye was not exactly what I had in mind.

When I got to his hospital room, he lay back on his pillow in his bed. His eyes were closed. He went suddenly after a good lunch and a flirtatious session with the nurses. They left me alone with him and I leaned in next to his ear and whispered.

 "I hope this is the last we see of each other. Do not come to me in dreams. Do not haunt me in my house.  I know we have had other lifetimes together, but I hope this is the last one. Goodbye."

I left the room and walked down the hall feeling freed. For the first time in a long time, I was free. He did not show up in dreams as requested, although I do feel like he stayed as a spirit in his old room for a long time. Weekend guests complained about the bad energy in the room. I cleaned it out and gave his things away. I threw away the bottles of liquor he had hidden there, in the chest of drawers and wardrobe. I smudged it to cleanse the energy, and now it is an office for me.

Richmond, VA. Mattie is a local writer and artist.

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