I believe in ghosts. I’m 25 years old, and I’ve never
seen one. However, I’ve experienced what I believe to be
the ghost of my father.
I was very close to my dad. But when I was 14, he was
diagnosed with brain cancer – glioblastoma multiform. It
was devastating, and after 11 months of suffering, he
passed on. My mom and I were completely lost. She says
she saw visions of him a couple of times close after his
passing – once in a grocery store, once at home. I was
unsure if she was so traumatized that she thought she saw
him, or if she really experienced this phenomenon. I, on
the other hand, never experienced him, and longed to do
so. I would get so emotional, I could swear I could feel
him, but no matter how much I begged, he never revealed
himself to me in any way.
Maybe that’s why to others, my story could very well be
coincidental and not an actual encounter. I guess you can
decide.
I was married at 19, and lived with my husband in a small
cottage type house. One particular evening, we planned to
go out to eat after work, so when I got home first that
particular afternoon, I started getting ready. The way
our house was laid out, you could see the bedroom from the
bathroom in the mirror above the sink. I was blow-drying
my hair upside down, and I saw someone in the mirror
walking through the bedroom behind me. I naturally
concluded it to be my husband, so I begin talking to him,
telling him I’d be ready to go soon.
When I shut off the blow-dryer, I discovered my husband
wasn’t home yet after all, and I decided that what I had
seen was a shadow formed by the ceiling fan. Although I
thought it was strange, I never once considered it to be
anything else.
A couple of days later, my husband wanted to install a
surround sound system in our living room. In order to do
this, he needed to go through the attic. Neither of us
had been in the attic before, and this house was over 70
years old. Needless to say, we weren’t enthusiastic about
climbing around in this presumably nasty, old attic.
Upon entering the attic, we saw sitting as clean as you
can imagine, a brand new wooden lacquer keychain that was
carved to read, “I Love Joy” on one of the attic beams.
Joy is my mom’s name. Instantly, I made the connection
with what I had seen the few nights before, and equated
that with a visit from my father.
I immediately called my mother to tell her what I had
found and to tell her about my experience the few nights
before. She believes without a doubt that my father left
that for her. A gift from him. And I think I believe it
too.
I mean, how else could that keychain have gotten there?
And completely untouched by dust? I don't think my
husband would have done that to me, as he seemed as
shocked as I was.
Since then, 1997, I’ve not experienced any more visits. I
miss my father terribly, as this past year in December
2003 marked 10 years he’s been gone. But I am confident
that he is there, on the other side watching out for me.
- Andrea
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