My story is not a "ghost" story but that of a love that can never decease. I will give a little of my background so that it is more understood.
I am 31 years old and have two children of my own, my parents divorced when I was 8. My dad was the type that was there one day and gone the next. He never stayed in contact once they had split up. I had not seen my dad since my 8th birthday and on my 14th birthday I finally saw him after 6 years. He stayed around until I was 17 and then once again he was gone again. He had two other kids after my mom and he divorced. Sarah my sister who is currently 21 and a younger brother who just turned 19 a few days ago.
I found out I was pregnant when I was 19, in August of 2000. I had not seen or spoken with my dad for about 2 years but I wanted him to know that he was going to be a grandpa so I got hold of him through his sister. That was in December of 2000. The conversation did not go to well, I tried to explain to him that he could see the baby but it wouldn't call him grandpa unless he could prove to me that he would not walk in and out of her life like he did mine. My mom had been remarried for 5 years at the time. So she would have had a steady grandfather figure when she was born. I let him know that I wanted him to be there ALL OF THE TIME, not just sometimes. Needless to say he chose to never see his grandaughter.
Fast forward to June 2010. I hadn't spoken to my dad in 10 years. While looking on Facebook at my sisters page one evening, June 14, 2010 I saw a picture of my father with my younger siblings. In a hospital bed looking like a man in his seventies rather than the age of 55 which he was. I immediately called my mom who told me she was aware that my dad was in a nursing home on Burton Ohio. He had lung cancer and was dying. Every one of my dad's kids except for me knew. They all went to see him but me. I was a daddy's girl before him and my mom split up and the only one of his kids that tried to have a relationship with him when I was younger.
I called my cousin who informed me of his situation and told me he had been asking for me. This was at 6 o'clock in the evening. I planned on going to see him the next afternoon. Burton is over an hours drive from me.
Later that night I was up doing laundry at around 1:25 I was walking into the kitchen to go to the laundry room when I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and started crying so hard I had to lean myself on the kitchen counter. I don't know where this came from, but it happened.
The next morning at 10:30 I received a text message from my cousin to call her. I did and she informed me that my dad died at 1:21 a.m., I didn't get to him in time. I wanted to see him to tell him I loved him and for him to know that I was there.
Around two weeks later it bothered me that I didn't get to say goodbye. I believe in god but I don't go to church or pray as often as I should. One night I asked god to let my dad know that I loved him and I was sorry I didn't make it to him. I went to sleep, what happened next was NOT a dream but what I believe to be a real experience.
Just before my alarm clock was due to go off I heard my dad's voice. I did not see him or any bright light. If you can imagine opening your eyes and seeing nothing but white, this is what I saw. My dad told me he loved me, I told him the same. I told him that I was sorry I didn't make it to see him. He said it was ok and that, that was then and this is now. I just cried. He again told me that he loved me and he was proud of me. The conversation was over. I woke up and cried so hard I called my mom at 5 a.m and told her what had just happened.
Later at work I was in a residents room with a co-worker. (I work in a nursing home) I was telling her about it, when the man's room we were in who just so happened to be the Pastor of a church... Looked at me and told me it wasn't a dream. Things like that happen and we just don't know why.
I knew it was not a dream. I hadn't heard my dads voice in 10 yrs... And it was clear as day that morning. I'm sorry this was so long and it's not a scary story but I wanted to share.
Thank You for reading it.