Okay, so I normally don't believe in ghosts, but recently I had something happen that I keep dreaming about and wondering about. My cousin, who was like a brother to my sister and me when we were growing up, dear friend to me as an adult and who lived out here for seven years within one mile of my past westside apartment, passed away at the tender age of 29 1/2 (I was 28 at the time). He died on April 13th but his body was not discoverd until April 15th. My family and I were devastated and to this day I have many of his items that I will never part with. Every year around the week leading up to the anniversary of his death, I am always a little depressed and forlorn. It's been nine years, but I still think of him often and miss him terribly.
Well, this past April 13th, I was in a motel room with a friend sleeping on double beds the night before the Hemet Double Century. The friend is a man (sweetheart and fellow cyclist), and in the middle of the night, he walked over to the air conditioner and turned it down (I was so cold as we had turned that stupid thing up too high earlier in the evening, but too sleepy to get up and turn it down myself - I was actually shivering in my sleep!). My friend then walked over to me and pulled my bedspread (that I purposely rolled down to the end of the bed as you never know what is on those hotel bedspreads!) up to my shoulders gently and lightly patted me on the shoulder. I mumbled thank you and fell back to sleep.
The next day while out riding, my friend commented that he had slept like a log the night before. I said, "Except when you got up to turn down the air conditioner - thank you," -to which he immediately replied, "I didn't get up from the bed once last night, that Benadryl I took knocked me out cold." (paraphrase) I was completely stunned and didn't mention the bedspread...which, by the way, was still up around my shoulders when I awoke in the morning.