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My father passed away last October and the family of six gettin' up there children gathered for his church service at my Mom's house. She was doped up by the doctor because she was a wreck. After a bit they slowly stopped the tranquilizers. My Mom was only on her usual medications, of which there are quite a few.
She started to see my Dad and hear him breathing, feeling his presence on the bed. By morning he'd be gone.
She saw him several times and he rarely looked at her. But she kept talking to him and one time she asked what was wrong and he answered that he didn't know. That was freaky. But my Mom was not scared. She was strangely comforted.
My Mom continued to see and very occasionally hear a word or two from my Dad. He joined her every night to sleep, just like he did in life. She continued to hear him breathe.
I went to visit my mother for about ten days in January. We hit the grocery store where she would smash into people with the electric cart she drove. The beauty parlor where they would curl her see through thin, white, hair, in the same style she'd had for as long as I can remember. We went to a doctor almost every day for some thing or other.
She tuckered me out.
One night I went into her bathroom attached to her bedroom to use her mirror and pluck out granny hairs. And I heard it... Breathing...Slow. Steady. Breathing. I sat us straight and listened. I still heard it, in and out, so I held my breath. It couldn't be! Yes! I still heard breathing!!!
I yelled out, "Mom, who's in here?" No answer. My Mom was in the living room, quite a ways away, when I last saw her.
Still I heard breathing, so I walked out of the bathroom. I looked at the bed. Holy Moley! It looked like it was indented. And I still heard breathing!!!
I ran outta there so fast I'm lucky I didn't break my neck. I flopped down on the sofa and looked at my mother. She asked what was wrong and I told her. She was actually happy! She was vindicated! My sister went into her bedroom and came out as fast as I did. We looked at each other and started laughing. While she did the sound of the theme from Twilight Zone, I shook my head. I couldn't believe it, but there is no way in hell I will ever go into that room again!
A couple of weeks later my Mom stopped seeing my Dad. They'd taken her off of one of her medications, and it just could be a coincidence. It was a disappointment for her, but at the same time she wanted my Dad to find peace where he should be. She still feels that he has not passed on and listens for him every night. But hopes when we put his ashed in the grave in Vermont. That he will be.
Me, I never go in there and I have no desire to. My Dad would surely tell me what I was doing wrong if I went back in there. And I'm still a bit afraid of him. Which he would like hearing.
Strange Huh?
Note-Not pics of my family.
And now I've got to go to bed in a strange house! Spending the night with MM at her daughter's house. Might just stay up after reading your blog!
We could tell ghost stories all night!
Interesting story, Mary. My dad also passed on in October and his birthday was July 24th. It still seems surreal with him gone. Hoping your mom (and mine) will find peace.
You all might think I'm crazy, but it's the God's honest truth!
Ghost stories are good! Real ghost events even better.
If I told you a few stories, Mary, you'd think *I* was crazy too. So I don't think you're crazy. I think loved ones never really die. I think they come back, to see us, to watch over us, to make sure we're okay. My father died gosh about 7 or 8 years ago now, but when I went back to his house for the funeral, I was sleeping one night in a spare room when I looked to my right and I saw his face hovering in the air. White and see through, and just his head. I just knew that he was there, though how I knew I have no idea. I wasn't afraid, seeing him. i got the strangest sense of peace when I saw him.
I feel him around me every once in a while, get the vaguest sense of his presence.
Anyway, had to share. I think your story cool and I dont' think you're crazy. ;)
Okay, my hair is standing on end. I bet we could all come up with some stories to cause major chillies. My favorite is the story of a friend whose father had died and the rocker would start rocking and the dog would get all happy and stare at the chair.
Joanne Stewart, I so get it. So sorry for your losses everyone!
I don't get scared easily and I was scared!
Oh my goodness, Mary. Your story reminds me of my mother-in-law. My father-in-law passed away over three years ago and she still swears he visits her every night. Somewhat of a prankster while alive, he's carrying on the tradition now that he's passed. He seems to enjoy toying with light switches and the t.v. set. But she also swears he speaks with her. I think she'd actually miss him if ever stopped his visits.
What a great story, Mary. When I was a child we visited a castle in England that had a haunted room. (I guess a *lot* of castles have them, LOL.) They said anyone who spent the night there would go crazy. Of course I wanted to do it, probably because I knew no one would let me, so wanting to was safe.
How freaky. Mary, now you scared me. I am afraid of ghosts although I never saw or heard one. I often saw my Dad in dreams. He was always smiling and loving but I would awake with a bad feeling. In my family we believe that when you dream of a dead person you will hear of someone dying soon after.
Very very weird story, Mary. Wow.
Wow Mary, now that is spookey. You sent cold shivers down my spine.
Hope your Dad has found his peace by now.
Regards
Margaret
Interesting, Mary! I know of several people who have heard, seen or senses someone who has passed on. They seem to like it. Me? I'd be scared to death, though they all have told me not to be afraid. Still...
Wow, Mary. I know spirits walk the earth. I've seen my grandfather on occasion. I wonder why he shows himself to me and my aunt, but not to others.
Maybe you're father was watching over both of you during a most difficult time, giving you both time to adjust to his not being there.
A wonderful story, and a tremendous gift you received, Mary. Don't fear it, look at it as a blessing! :-) thanks for a great post!
Mary, don't be afraid of ghosts--surely there is a spirit world as well as the world that we can see and touch and feel. In 1994 my husband and I stayed at 900-year-old manor house in Deovn, England. The legend says a woman and her baby died there through a strage twist of fate. Intrigued, I wrote my first seeling novel--Moonrakers--in my own version of that legend. The next year we stayed in the house in a rented apartment. During the night we heard a loud banging--not just me, my skeptical husband, too. In the morning the gave us a tour and someone bumped the old cradle in an ancient room--bang-bang, bang, bang went the rockers as the cradle was nudged. It was the sound we heard in the night. I believe it was the young mother trying to console her babay who had hundreds of years ago.
If you're still uneasy about your faher's "visits" try reading "Relax, It's Only a Ghost"--available from Amazon. It's great! Thanks for raising the issue, and God bless.
MARY--I could not pass this up! what a thrilling story. This is actually common, more than you'd think. The human emotions are so strong, that mourning can bring about these very things. Widows often hear their husband's voice or see him somewhere in the house or yard.
Along that same line-I hear my mother call me--and she's still living, age 93 in a hursing home and knows nothing. But I've experienced this from 30 years ago, and I still do. I some odd moment, I'll hear her say, "Celie?" Clear as day. Celia
Mary, my grandmother often visits me. Her scent was a mixture of Evening in Paris, special face creams and essence of MaMa. Not a real created fragrance, but one of her own signature scents that does not exist in commercial form. One day when we were in the middle of a family crisis I smelled her special fragrance. Told myself I'd assuredly lost it. But just them my two teens came in the room and confirmed they smelled her perfume. Very comforting, as if she were there to hug me and say it's okay. Now, when she doesn't approve of something, the scent is quite different. Tar shampoo, ever smelled tar shampoo? It's gross. Once when I was arguing with my daughter the smell of her tar shampoo engulfed me! I quickly assure her I would stop arguing with her favorite great-grandchild! So, yes Mary, Scarlet certainly does believe in spirits.
Awesome, Mary. Speaking of having a chill and a lump in my throat! Your story did that to me.
I am so glad I am not the only one. My father was a tyrant and we were all afraid and still are of him. So. But once in my grandmothers house I talked to her and felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked and saw finger imprints. I loved my grandmom to death, but it still scared me! I don't know why.
Mary, thanks for sharing your story. I pray your mother finds peace. It takes time. My only brother passed away ten years ago. He was thirty. After returning home (Georgia) from his funeral in New Jersey I exited my car and received an impression of him walking around the back of my house. It was a fleeting moment but so real. It didn't scare me. Instead I felt a surge of overwhelming sadness and that feeling is still strong today whenever I think of him. I try to remember the joy he brought into my life.
Chilling tale, Mary. I have goose bumps.
Mary, you are not the only one. My mom and I had visitations from my dad. And my mom wore a paricular face powder not easily found now. Both my brother and I have smelled it since she died. One of my daughters told me Mamaw was in her room because she smelled her. I believe our loved ones return or linger to watch over us. Seeing spirits doesn't scare me--it reassures me that we are only in the first stage of our lives and more is to come after we die.
Only just catching up on this, Mry, what an eerie tale. I've had a few similar experiences myself, and didn't find them frightening.
Very shortly after my Aunt died, (she'd raised my sister and myself when our mother died) I was talking to my favourite cousin who had been very fond of her, and a butterfly flew in though the door. When I mentioned it she said 'That was Aunty Grace coming back to sy goodbye.' She meant it absolutly seriously and we both felt it was true.