one last visit In September of 1995 my father passed away from cancer.I was only twelve years old an ddidn’t really understand what was happening.I knew thta my Dad had passed but I felt like it was a dream maybe and that one day he would come back.My Mom never really showed how upset she really was over my dad’s passing but I knew that it was really getting her down.A few weeks after my dad had passed my mom started putting abile beside her bed at night before she went t o sleep.I started sleeping in the room with my mom after my Dad passed and it was just she and I in the house,my brother was much older and married so he did not live with us.I slighlty wondered from time to time why she suddenly started putting this bible next to her bed since my mom isn’t what I would call a very religious person at all.A few weeks after the Bible she hung a cross over the bed.I still did not really let it bother me.Weeks went by and things somewhat went back to everyday life for me and my mother I was back at school and trying to spend time with friends.One evening right before dusk my mother and I went into town to get a few things from the store and about 5 miles from our house in the ditch on the side of the road is a man sitting on an overturned 5 gallon bucket my mother an dI look at the man wondering what on earth he is doing and at the same time we start screaming with excitement,it is my father plain as day sitting on this bucket,We are in such shock my mom quickly finds a place to turn around to go back and see in all the excitement we completely ignored the fact that right across the street from where this man,my father is sitting is the cemetery where my father is buried.My mom turns around as fast as possible and we go back to the spot in the ditch where he was sitting and not only is he not there but there is no one there.I was in disbelief we both KNEW in our hearts that it was him that it WAS my father but there was no one there.I can’t explain what happened some people say we were in such grief that we wanted to believe it was him,yeah right we both hallucinated it ……ok. Several months after my father passed away my mom finally started to open up about some of the things that led up to her sudden religious spell.The first timme that I actually left home and went with friends somewhere after my dad had past my mom said that she went to bed and was lying there almost asleep and suddenly she feels a hand on here leg patting her and feels her leg being covered up.My dad used to do this to her.It scared her and was not comforting at all to her.On another occasion I was gone to a friend’s house and my mom was in her bathroom putting curlers in her hair and she said she kept hearing a plastic bag rattling in the kitchen so she comes out of her room and just as she does a nick-nack from her kitchen counter flies onto the floor and rolls in front of her.She immediately checks to see what could have caused it,she already knew what had caused it. Years have passed since my dad’s passing I am grown with my own child and I still from time to time wonder if I will ever see him again.I always turn to my dad when I feel down and sad,recently my husband and I were under serious financial stress and it was just a bad time for my family.I went out on my back patio and looked to the sky where I always think of my father being,and just said to myself “I wish my dad was here”.No sooner than I got those words off of my tongue I see this big,brilliant shooting star fly across the sky,that was all I needed know. He is with me always and watches over me.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 03:43:01 +0000
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