My brother and I were not on the best of terms when our father passed away in 1995. At the funeral home, we never spoke a word to each other. However, before the casket was closed for the last time, I took my brother by the arm and led him to into the room where our father's body rested. I wanted Dad to "see" us together. At least I hoped that he could.
In about 1980, my brother bought a hunting camp in northern Pennsylvania. It was very rustic and tucked neatly away in the woods, far from any roads. Our Dad loved it there. It was a place where we could go to hunt, fish or simply hang out. It was probably 1990 when my brother and I had our falling out, so I didn't get to enjoy Dad's last visits to his beloved "Red Wood" camp. That always bothered me deeply.
As the years passed by, we worked out our differences, and began to get closer again. Just a few weeks ago, in October, my brother and I decided to go up to what was left of "Red Wood" and spend the night in my pop-up camper.
Once we were there, I got everything set up before I got a nice fire going and we sat a few feet apart and began to talk about our experiences there. My brother told me that Dad's last words to him were "don't sell the camp". Only a moment later, I saw a bluish white sphere appear about 40 - 50 feet from us and directly in front. It was, maybe, 20 - 25 feet in the air. I looked directly at it wondering what it was and where it had appeared from. Before I could say a word, the sphere moved towards us at about a running pace, and passed directly between my brother and myself at about a height of 8 - 10 feet. I would guess that the entire incident lasted less than 5 or 6 seconds.
I was a bit stunned and didn't say anything right away. I finally turned to my brother and asked "did you see that". Looking a bit stunned himself, he replied "yes, I did".
So I asked, "what did you see"? "That blue light" he said.
We talked about what we'd seen and came to the conclusion that it was our Dad... Showing his approval that we had put our differences behind us and has returned to the camp the HE loved so much. If there was one single place where Dad would want to spend the after life, it would be Camp Red Wood, no doubt.
That night will forever be special to me. Dad's up there, and who knows, maybe he'll pay us another visit. I certainly hope he does.