I’ve always had an open mind when it comes to the paranormal. I’ve had moments when I thought I’d seen something or heard a noise. A couple times I’ve been in my kitchen and thought I saw out of the corner of my eye somebody walk past the kitchen doorway in the living room toward what is a wall with a fireplace but originally there had been an outside door. I had never had anything happen that was definite. That is until a few months after my dad died.
This is my dad and I starting our walk together down the aisle to the altar on the day I married That Man in 1989. I was rather nervous and teary right before as we waited on the other side of the doors but immediately after this photo was taken as I started walking down the aisle I was suddenly completely calm. If you noticed the year (1989) you may have guessed it’s our 25 year anniversary this year. Actually, in just over a week. But I digress.
Oh, and my mom made my wedding dress. I was such a stick and the skirt so heavy that she had to sew in strips of satin as suspenders to hold it up. But I digress. Again.
My dad died in July of 2001 after being in a nursing home for a year and a half. He’d withered away. Wore out. One of my brothers and I spent my dad’s last day sitting on either side of his bed. Holding his hand. Watching his breathing. Reassuring him it was okay to let go. It was a long day. At dinnertime we both decided to go eat and then meet back there. My house was less than a five minute drive away.
I walked into my house and maybe a minute or two later my phone rang. It was the nursing home calling to let me know my dad had just died. I know he waited for us to leave. I can imagine all day long he probably was thinking: Are they ever going to leave?
A few months later we went to a family gathering at my brother’s house. He has an atrium ranch and when you go through the front door there’s an open entry area that leads immediately to the living room. Everybody was in that space standing around. We had just walked in. I was standing the furthest away toward the front door with my back to it.
One of my niece’s sons was doing something exceptionally cute and we all were looking from one to the other smiling and laughing. Without even thinking anything of it, I sensed the physical presence of somebody standing behind me and I turned back to see my dad. He was standing there as I’d remembered him before his health declined. Dressed as he normally would have been. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. In that moment it had not registered what had just happened and I turned away. Then it immediately hit me. I looked back where he had been standing and he was gone. I looked around the room to see if I could tell if anybody else had just seen what I had but nothing.
The rest of the evening I kept thinking about it but for some reason didn’t mention it to anybody until the next day. Nobody else had seen what I had. Nobody else has seen him since, including me. Oh, I’d love to see him again!
It was one of the most wonderful things that has ever happened in my life. I cherish that brief moment. I know it was his way of letting me know he was doing fine. At this moment I know he’s probably golfing with his brother.
One thing I want to mention is my brother’s house was built while my dad was in the nursing home. He’d never been to it while living.
Now, my mom died last year and she’s not had any contact with me. She and I had discussed it a few times over the years that she would do all she could to communicate with me and she promised again days before she died. I’m not sure what’s interfering with this happening but I look forward to when it finally does.
Have you had any kind of paranormal experience? I’d love to hear about it. Hopefully, nothing scary or terrifying. Please share.