Posted 26 January 2018 - 08:47 AM
I've had some pretty strange stuff happen, mostly during my childhood. My most vivid memory is of a routine doctor's appointment at Steel City Pediatrics some time in 1995. I was about 8 or 9 at the time. I was standing at the receptionist's window with my mom while she signed some paperwork. I looked into the receptionist's office, and standing right behind the receptionist was my old pediatrician, Dr. Thomas Shatten. He was wearing a grey sweatsuit. He smiled at me and waved. I remember being confused: Dr. Shatten had been killed in a plane crash the year prior. But there he was, looking as opaque and alive as ever. I felt sad, but not frightened. Dr. Shatten was an incredibly sweet man; looking back, I'm glad I got to experience his comforting presence one last time.