October of 2009 had been a tragic time for me with the death of both of my beloved parents. My mother had preceded my father in death by three weeks. You just had to know this couple. Those who knew them called them ‘Lovebirds’. They were joined at the hip and were soul mates for sure. My father depended on my mother for everything. We hear very often that one cannot live without the other and many times one will pass shortly after their mate dies.
It was late one night about three weeks after my parent’s passing. My husband and I were living in a small development in Irvine, California. It was one of those complexes with cookie cutter condos. Our bedroom was upstairs. I loved having the window open with the wonderful breeze that fall provided in Southern California.
For some reason I was quite restless and could hear voices coming from outside. I glanced at the clock to see it was 3 am. I peered out the window to see an elderly couple walking down the sidewalk by our house. They were holding hands and I could only catch a glimpse of them from the back as they passed by. The moonlight seemed to shed just enough light that I could see they were elderly, possibly in their seventies or early eighties. Their gait was slow but steady. I wondered just what the heck they were doing out at this hour in the morning? My eyes followed them as they strolled along the front sidewalk of our condo, around the curve down the street and enter a path that led into another set of condos. At that point they just disappeared into thin air! I mean they were like ‘poof ’ they’re gone! I woke my husband to tell him. He said maybe they just wanted a walk. That didn’t settle right with me at all. Our development was mostly all young couples and I knew who lived where, with the condos tucked in so close together. I had never seen an elderly couple the four years we lived there.
After it had all sunk in I began to try to rationalize this whole mysterious event. Was it my parents I saw or another apparition? It was just too odd. I even walked over to the next street and entered the walkway they had entered the next day. I watched for several days and never once did I see an elderly couple. I would rise for the next few nights and look out the window in hopes of seeing a replay. Nothing. I somehow knew deep down I had a glimpse of my parents that night, still holding hands and together.