My father worked as a caller/dispatcher for the
railroad. His job was to call the conductor's in when it
was there turn to drive or if another conductor called
off. Money was very tight for my mother and him at that
time.
To make extra money he would fill in for other
caller/dispatcher's, sometimes in other towns. Well when
he arrived in these other towns he would call my mother
let the phone ring three times and hang up and then call
back let the phone ring twice and again hang up, this was
his way of telling her he loved her and he was in for the
night.
In April of 1984, my father passed away in his sleep
of a heart attack. The night of his funeral, my mother and
grandmother were sitting in the dining room talking. It
was about 10:15 and the phone rang three times and stopped
and then again the phone rang twice and stopped. My mother
got the biggest smile on her face. My grandmother then
asked her what could she be smiling about. My mother just
laughed a sigh of relief and said it was Wally (my father)
calling to say he loved her and he was in for the night.
I know this wasn't a scary ghost story. But an
experience that helped me and my mother through the
hardest time of our lives. It's nice to think that love
last's beyond the grave.
Contact me here: anntaylor22@lycos.com
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