My Pop . . . the memories I have of him are faded, so many of them, like a school of fish swimming away leaving behind only a shell or two to echo my rememberence of fun days running around with him and my brother and TV and pool and playing with dogs. But those all were washed into the everlasting tears of old events and childish laughter was erased when he fell one day and was moved from hospital to hospital and alas a Nursing Home where we visited him often. We were taking care of a dog that summer, for seven wonderful weeks as the owners ventured to Italy and France and Germany. We walked the Golden Retriever down the street three times each day, as our whole family is incredibly in love with all dogs—especially eleven-year-old me. I'm not sure if this is a ghost or a bad ballot coincidence but....We walked him down the street and when we got to the end, a streetlight applauded our aching legs. As my Grandfather began to die, that street like flickered every time we walked under it and the miserable day that he passed on, the light completely shut off as soon as we reached it. And this continued for many more weeks. Alas we got our own dog, and these strange occurences did not stop. During our late night walk when we reached that light OFF or ON it went. Or even when we drove by it! But never to anyone else as we could see people up ahead. please help me this was quite a frightening event and continues to be. So when you read this, PLEASE RESPOND! WITH HELP! Thank you everyone whose read it and I'd love even critisizm. Thanks, Sara
