Mistaking Ghosts For Faeries

WHY WE'VE BEEN AT THE HOSPITAL:
My father-in-law is very sick. Last Thursday he ended up in the hospital for a hematoma (brain hemorrhage). The surgeons drilled a hole in his skull to drain some blood through a tube they left dangling from his head all the way down to his abdomen like some sort of holiday decoration with a plastic purse for collecting blood at the end. The next day after putting in the tube, however, the surgeon decided Mac needed to go back into surgery where he could use a bigger saw, since Mac reportedly had a cranial blood clot (and they needed to remove it). Then, today (a couple of days after his SECOND surgery) Mac suffered a stroke.

THE INTERESTING PART:
Long story short -- Doug and I have been spending a great deal of time at Tacoma General Hospital lately and we've felt pretty distracted, mentally and emotionally out of concern for him. Tonight, at about 6 o'clock, we walked to the hospital's "J" wing to take the elevator up to the sixth floor; waiting area. An unfamiliar man was standing outside the elevators nearby and he stepped through an open entrance but the doors closed before we could get there. Neither Doug nor I wanted to push the "up" button right away because we didn't want to interfere with that man's ascent. So we waited about three seconds before pushing the elevator button.

The exact SAME elevator door opened. Doug felt bad about it; as though we had not waited long enough to push the button. Yet when we stepped inside that elevator no man was there.

It really freaked Doug out. He kept looking around the elevator for an escape door or hatch. Since there was no rear door, Doug could not believe he saw a man walk in the elevator and watched the doors close. He kept asking me: "You saw him too. Right?"

I had seen the man -- but I assumed, after he disappeared, that he was a Faerie. After all, I'm regularly seeing strange phenomena. You can imagine my amusement with the way Doug seemed to marvel so much over what seems pretty ordinary phenomena for me.

What's interesting to me, is a few hours later, Doug was still disputing what I said about the man. "I don't think he was a Faerie. I think he was a ghost!"

I thought about it -- and have to admit my husband is right. I don't know why I assumed the spirit was from the Faerie realm except I've usually seen such spirits in my garden and such. In the past when I've seen ghosts they were semi-transparent and this man looked completely solid -- like a living person.

Long story short . . . I feel blessed to have seen him and I feel even more pleased that my spouse was finally able to see something paranormal happen while in my presence. The "ghost" had a stocky build. I didn't pay too much attention to how he looked, dressed in brown, because my thoughts were on Mac and his health situation . . . yet Doug's description of him and mine definitely matched.