Ghosted!

 This is when I'm fed up. All of a sudden my BP is low down to 89/78 (79) then somebody unexpectedly called that my BP went up so high. Just like that f'gas price.

In all fairness like to give them the benefit of the doubt. You know those people who worked for Health Care. In retrospection they have lives to live. I have my gracious respect for them. If I want to seek medical attention or need the help of doctors I would make an appointment. But you know...

 My parents worked for Health Care in Philippines until they retired. But never in anyway they are sales-talking about their work at the Military Hospital. My father the decorated soldier,  Chief Clerk, Medic for Red Cross and my mother the Civilian Nurse. They never talk about their work. I only have to  be curious about their occupations when I visit the hospital and used the hospital as my "library" or curiosity about the famous "White Lady." My mother's co-workers especially those high ranking military nurses asked my mother why I'm always there at the hospital? Why not? Ask why Tom Clancy was there when I'm there? You know...so weird. Truth is I also volunteered for work at the Orthopaedic ward. Then on Sundays, my family attends (ed) Catholic mass at the hospital chapel. The hospital is just walking distance to our home and the family garden which is half an acre within the hospital grounds. In the 70's our family lived at the basement of the hospital while our house was being built that's why that Army Station Hospital was my second home actually.

The White Lady whom the patients were so afraid of when they are ghosted. Really? I asked myself there's a ghost at the hospital? Hmm...curiosity...curiosity.

When I was confined there at the hospital for 3 days under observation, the right time and chance that I could see for myself the White Lady. It was blessing indisguised? LOL. It was actually a fun time for me those 3 days not enough. Oh, well didn't see the ghost. Unfortunately. I don't know how and why those patients have seen her. Who is she anyway?

From what I heard, the "White Lady" was a beautiful American nurse who hanged herself up on the ceiling of the Hospital. It was during World War II. That Military Hospital was built in 1912 in Fort William McKinley (Fort Bonifacio) by the Americans. It is adjacent to the Forbes Park for the wealthy Filipinos and foreigners. It is also near the American Cemetery. 

Because I was really enthusiastic to meet the ghost of the White Lady, I was almost there every day at the Hospital taking chances. Even during the Martial Law curfew hours where my father and other soldiers stationed in that hospital for Red Alert on patrol, me , busy reading all the newspapers (Manila Bulletin, Daily Express, Taliba, Time Magazine, Newsweek, JAMA, Panorama, Liwayway, National Geographic, Reader's Digest, journals, etc. etc. Told you that hospital is my library. But where's the ghost? I can't find her, she never show up.

All the while, heard that the White Lady is showing her ghostly presence at the front gate of American Cemetery.

My High School friends mostly girls went for a stroll at the American Cemetery which is almost like a park because of its sprawling wide space and healthy green bermuda grass lawn and those marble crosses perfectly arranged in such array in such a majestic formation. We walked on the bermuda grass without our shoes and white socks. Soft grassy lot. It was spectacular and the weather is very cooperative, airy, breezy and cool.  We tiptoed and played like kids, and run around. Read all the names inscribed on those marble crosses. Then we got tired and I laid down on the soft comfort of the bermuda grass, watching the wide blue sky and the formation of white clouds. It was so gorgeous but cannot help wonder those who died from the war thousands of them whose remains were buried underneath, so many of them died so young for their country. I felt such a grim predicament, pity and heartfelt sympathy for their sacrifices, made a solemn prayer and asked if somebody could give me a sign.

All of a sudden a tourist bus came in through the gate of the American Cemetery. From where we are we saw the passengers, all of them were girls wearing red Japanese kimonos, they all looked happy and giggling, laughing  at something. The bus stopped at the  building and we followed them. One by one, they entered the marbled wall washroom, there are marble sinks and marble counter tops. I went inside the washroom, my classmate used the other cubicle. But where's the Japanese girls? We can hear the laughter but where are they? We knew they entered the washroom! Wow! Vanishing act. lol

What happened? That's so weird!! OMG! I wont tell you what really happened. My classmates & I didn't talk about it since then. 47 YEARS AGO and I still think about those "ghosts" not just the White Lady.