My sort of Ghost story

Before I begin my ghost story I must let you know I am a firm believer in the after life, karma, supernatural, kindred spirits, spirit guides, etc. Now that you know this about me you can continue to read my story or switch to another bloggers page. The story is not scary, maybe it will make you wonder or give you the opportunity to laugh and say she's a nutcase.

My father died almost 4 years ago. After another stay in the hospital and going home to sleep in a hospital bed he decided he had had enough and died in his sleep. The night he died my daughter and I were over at my parents house. We were there because the doctors said my dad had maybe 2 weeks, at most 6 months before his lungs would give out and that would be the end. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible and give my mom some one to talk to.

That night my daughter cooked her grandfather dinner and sat with him in his computer room while he ate. After awhile he began to talk quietly so that my daughter said "papa who are you talking too?" His reply was "my mother". She died in 1976.

My dad died sometime during the night, hopefully it was peaceful. My mom did not know until she got up at 7am and realized the coffee was not made and checked on my dad. No matter how sick he was, my dad always got up early to make a pot of coffee. She called 911 for an ambulance, but when the crew arrived they knew my dad had died in the night and nothing could be done for him. She called me, and my husband called my brothers. After we all arrived at the house and said our final goodbyes, the funeral guys came and quietly took my dad away.

The funeral could not take place for 5 days, I don't know why, but that is the way it was. In the mean time my brothers families and mine were together at my parent's house. My nieces and nephews were 4,5,6,and 7, my kids were 16 and 17 at the time.

Sammy my youngest niece while sitting on my lap watching TV with me, just simply stated that papa told her he loved her, and gave her a hug. I asked her when and she said "last night while I was sleeping." I believed her. Separately and quietly I asked all of my nieces and nephews if they had dreams and what they were about. Each one said basically the same thing, that papa said he loved them and gave them a hug while they were sleeping.

Later in the day I was telling my kids what their cousins said and to my astonishment both my kids said they had dreamt about their grandfather too. Their dreams were a little more detailed. In one dream my dad was smoking, wearing a white shirt and black pants and looked very young. In the other dream my dad was sitting in a tree, smoking, with brown rubber boots on. Both times he said "I love you". My dad always wore white shirts and black pants to work when he was in his late 20's and early 30's. He also had brown rubber boots that he wore whenever he went fishing or camping. He smoked for 25+ years, but was forced to quit when he was 40.

But the most surprising dream came from my husband. He, a nonbeliever in the after life, a when you die there is nothing after, when you are dead, you are dead and that's it, kind of person, said he dreamt about my dad. My dad hugged him and told him not to worry that every thing was ok, shook his hand and walked away. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, smoking and looked very young.

I haven't had a dream from him yet. But I go to the cemetery often and bring my father something that made him happy, something that no one can guess, it's really something that I bust my dad chops with, but still something that he enjoys. I have asked my dad to go to my husband and tell my husband what it is that I bring to the cemetery. What I bring no one knows about and the only way they will, is if my dad tells someone. So far my dad has remained quite.

So there you have, sort of a ghost story. I will let you know if my dad every tells anyone what it is I bring to the cemetery.