Dahmi is a very old soul. We met over 25 years ago, both of us the first of the female technicians in a predominantly male industry. We bonded instantly.
Dahmi is much younger than I am by a good 10 years. She was living the life I should have been, being a mother, holding a steady job, being at home at night. Meanwhile, in my twenties, I was foot loose and fancy free, no intention to marry, no intention to have children.
The first day we met, Dahmi and I started a conversation that has continued through the years. Mostly, we try to figure out how best to make sense of some of the unusual abilities we both seem to have.
Dahmi is now in her late thirties, her daughter Leah, now in her early twenties. Leah has three children, Autumn, Billy, and baby Little Man, and they are Dahmi's grandchildren.
Several months ago, a terrible, terrible, thing happened to the whole family. Little Man, who was several months old, and in perfect health, went to sleep on night and just forgot to wake up. Everyone was so devastated, and will always be. With my never ending obsession with death, Dahmi and I have been chatting about it lately.
"A few weeks ago" Dahmi is telling me, "Autumn pulled my blue leather Bible off the bookshelf and asked to borrow it. Apparently she has been going to bed with it each night."
Autumn will be 5 years old in July.
"She has told me a few different things about the reason she has this bible. Last night she was reading it in her bed. When I went to tuck in Billy and Autumn in, I bent down to kiss Billy a kiss on the lower bunk.
Then Autumn says, from her upper bunk "Don't forget about me."
"Of course not kid." I say.
So, I walk up to her and I say, "Are you reading the Bible?"
Autumn says, "I will give it back to you when I finish each page. Tonight I only read one page."
While she is talking, she is smoothing the pages in the Bible. She is flipping through the pages showing me each page that she has already read. I ask her why she is reading the Bible
She tells me, "Dahmi, I am trying to find out what happened to our Little Man."
So I ask her, "Do you think you will find that in there?"
And Autumn replies, "Yes, I do. I already did once, and she flips to a page and says..I think it was about here."
So I ask her, "Do you know what that book is?"
Autumn says, "Yes I do."
And I reply with, "You know it's the word of the lord?", and she says, "Yes, I know"
Then Autumn says, "Dahmi...I really hope that my great grandma is taking good care of our Little Man."
So the conversation went on a bit but that was the gist of it. "
Dahmi continues, "This was the second time that she told me that she was trying to find out what happened to our Little Man. At first I thought she meant..how did he die but that is not what she means. She is trying to find out where he is and where did he go."
"So what did have you told her?" I ask.
"Well, Paula, actually I haven't . I just realized today that she is trying to figure that out." Dahmi answers.
"Tell her about how water turns to mist, it's still there, Little Man is still here, he's just around us." I say, having thought about this very conversation with my own children so many times.
"She sees spirits Paula..or at least she used to...." Dahmi says.
"I would beleive that of any grandchild of yours." I say in all seriousness, because Dahmi has always been off the grid psychic.
"Autumn used to tell me about a guy who would stand in her room. She said he was dead and he wore a chef's hat. She didn't like him much, and I told her to tell him to go away."
"The interesting thing is that a mentally challenged guy used to live downstairs." Dahmi goes on, "he was murdered in Rapid Run park. I tried to find out information on him but it's sketchy. He lived with his sister, and would walk around the neighborhood with a transistor radio to his ear."
"Rapid run is full of ghosts, all the old Jewish cemeteries are there." I add.
"I know, all along the hillside." Dahmi says.
"I actually know quite a few of them." I laugh.
"Okay..so what do you make of Autumn and her bible? Kinda odd, isn't it? Almost creepy, but I think it is more helpful than harmful. i think it may be giving her some sort of comfort."
"I think it's beautiful" I say, thinking of how far beyond her years Autumn is.
"It seems to suggest an awareness or maturity way beyond her years." Dahmi says so earnestly, at the very same moment I'm thinking it.
It makes me laugh, and I say, "I don't know, Dahmi, do ya think?"
Then we're both laughing and saying goodbye, always knowing we'll be chatting again soon.
