My dear father passed away in 1972. A sad loss as he was a wonderful man and respected by everyone. Anyway, the years rolled on and I moved into my present home with my family in 1980.
A few years ago I awoke one morning to see, much to my surprise, my Dad dressed only in his trousers - held up with his braces - with a towel over his shoulder. He looked just like he used to of a morn in our old family house where we didn't have a bathroom and we had to wash in the sink. He looked at me as he used too, kind and reassuringly. Then he said 'I've nowhere to wash, you're upside down.'
At the time we were having a new bathroom fitted and there really was nowhere to wash for any of us.
I was elated to see him and not at all frightened. Trying to take it all in I told him he had put a little weight on. I said, 'I can't count your ribs like I used to.'
He laughed and disappeared. It was a beautiful experience.
I must say again, I was not frightened. Dad always said to me 'You have more to fear from the living than the dead.' I'll never forget that. He said it to me once when I was petrified of a shadow I'd seen as a child that looked like a man in my bedroom.
I'd love to see my late dad again. One thing puzzles me though, how did he find me?
