have been married to my husband for nearly ten years.
His father was a pilot in World War II and was killed
when his plane was shot down over the Pacific near a
small Japanese island called Hachicho Jima. My husband
was only nine when his father died. He is now seventy-three.
years ago I gave birth to our son, Benjamin. When Benjamin
was about three, he was sitting in front of the full-length
mirror in my bathroom when he got this horribly tragic
and sad expression on his face and tears in his eyes.
I asked him what was wrong, and in what I can only describe
as panic mode, he said the following:
happened to me? What happened to me? I was flying the
plane but those men were chasing us. They didn't like
us. Why didn't they like us, Mommy? They were shooting
and shooting. I tried to get away but I had to land
on the water, and then I drowned. We all drowned."
He said the last sentence with such pain and emotion
that it brought me to tears.
had never mentioned his grandfather's death to him.
In fact, I don't believe he even knew that his grandfather
had been a pilot, since it is a delicate subject with
my husband. My husband later asked him how many people
were on the plane with him, and he gave the correct
answer - six.
are convinced that either he is his grandfather reincarnated,
or that he was somehow experiencing the memory of his
grandfather's death fifty-seven years before he himself
Posted Apr. 1, 2008