Phyllis McCubbin, left, asnd Margaret McBride.

Loved ones are around us all the time

iedmont Paranormal Peacock by MJ Spencer
iedmont Paranormal Peacock by MJ Spencer

I thought I would share a story about what happened with two local hometown girls and a bird.

The other day, I was speeding down Highway 64 coming back from Raleigh to Asheboro. Well, maybe not speeding, more like driving the speed limit at a rapid speed in 5 o’clock traffic during rush hour. I was sharing the car with two local girls (Margaret McBride and Phyllis McCubbin), from Asheboro High School’s own graduating class of 1965.

The three of us were deep in conversation about Margaret’s book That Melvin Bray as I am trying to concentrate on the bumper-to-bumper traffic. It was a Friday afternoon and it seemed that everyone was on this particular highway heading the same way as we were.

Part of my brain was trying to listen to the conversation that was being carried on between all of us and the other part of my brain was trying to merge in a merciless line of mindless drivers all trying to get somewhere in a hurry.

As the conversation continued and the traffic increased, I kept thinking about a bird in a cage. I had no idea why I was thinking about a bird in a cage. It made absolutely no sense. Then I realized that I needed to pay more attention to the conversation happening in the car.

However, I continued to be drawn to this small little bird. Eventually, I realized that I should ask Phyllis about this bird. I had no idea why. I almost did not ask her, because I had no idea why I needed to ask Phyllis about this bird.

Phyllis McCubbin, left, asnd Margaret McBride.
Phyllis McCubbin, left, asnd Margaret McBride.

Finally, I interrupted the conversation and asked Phyllis if she knew something about a bird when she was younger. Phyllis said, “Yes.”
The car went silent. Then I instantly knew that Phyllis’ mother was “connecting” or “coming through” (whatever you want to call it) and telling me this story about this bird that meant something to Phyllis when she was a little girl.

I explained to Phyllis that her mother was trying to connect with her and was validating to her that it was her mother by reminding her of this story of the bird.

Phyllis went on to tell Margaret and me that when she was a young girl she had a small parakeet. Phyllis loved this parakeet. However, Phyllis loved boys and having fun just a little bit more! Her mother warned Phyllis that if she didn’t start taking better care of the bird, then she would have to get rid of the bird someday.

Sure enough, Phyllis the socialite forgot to clean the cage a few too many times and one day her pet parakeet was gone.

Phyllis smiled from the back seat as she felt her mom’s presence that day. She sat back and fondly remembered memories that she had tucked away in her past.

Our loved ones are around us all the time. You don’t always have to have an MJ in the car; everyone has memories!

— Has anything like this ever happened to you? If you would like to share your story, email it to piedmontparanormalpeacock@gmail.com. You can ask that I only use your first name, or even use a different name.

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