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Bogey Higgins

My husband had a childhood friend named Bogey Higgins. Bogey Higgins was there on a daily basis for him when he was four. He appeared when his beloved grandmother died. “He went away when my mom said he was imaginary.” My husband does not often speak of Bogey Higgins. But when he does, his face shines like an Amazon butterfly. One day I asked “How old was Bogey Higgins?” “I don’t know, “he told me “an old guy.” This surprised me. If he was make believe, why was he old? “You mean he was not a kid?” He shook his head ‘no’. “He was an adult.” For the first time I realized Bogey Higgins was probably spirit.

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