If you read my other stories about my parents, you will know that my parents loved my siblings and me to the fullest. Never once did a day go by without them telling us they loved us.
It was about 5 years after my father had passed away, just a few weeks after his anniversary of his passing. My mother and my sisters went out shopping and left my brother and myself at home. We don't have any babies or pets, so when there's even one of us out of the house, you can hear a pin drop. My brother's room is in the back of the house, as every young man calls his room, it's a major "man cave." (Just wanted to give you a bit more of a sense of how our home life is.)
Anyway, I was in the front of the house on the computer, music blaring, and watching TV. (Yeah, I'm a bit weird when I'm alone). I heard a knock at the door. Me, thinking it's my mother and sisters because it was our special knock, opened the door and went and sat down back on the computer. I wasn't paying any attention and the door slammed AND locked. I was thinking, "Well cheese-and-rice, why the heck are they leaving again?!", I went and looked outside there was no one there. So me, being the naive teenager at the time, just went and sat down at the computer again. (Mind you, not once did my brother come out of his man cave during this whole time.) I heard that knock again, but it wasn't coming from the door, it was coming from the wall in my parents' room (the door to leave our house is on the other side of the wall).
I still didn't think anything of it. I got up to get a drink out of the kitchen, and as I went walking by this big china cabinet that has a mirror for a backing, I felt the need to look in it. The mirror reflected my parents' bedroom door, and there was my Dad standing there, smiling, and waving.
I know a lot of people say this, but he was pure white, and I could almost see right through him (kinda hard to describe). I turned around to look and he was there! I started screaming and crying instantly, and he waved at me, nodded, and walked to the right where I couldn't see him anymore. I sat down crying and my brother (finally) came out of his room and he had a baseball bat. He ran into the bedroom (because I had pointed at it) and turned the light on. He said no one was there and turned the light back off. I told him I saw Dad, and he looked at me like I was crazy. I told him Dad was standing right there, smiling and waving at me, then he nodded and walked to the side where I couldn't see him anymore. My brother sat next to me and calmed me down.
The next few minutes were just my brother and I sitting there and he was holding me. Then out of nowhere, we both felt this cool breeze hit us. He told me, "Sis, don't move." My brother said, "You know, Dad, we know you're still here and we love you and miss you so much. You don't ever have to leave us alone, but right now, please keep it down for sister." And the cool breeze went away.
I hugged my baby brother tight, and at that moment, our mother and sisters came walking in. My mother said, "How come your crazy brother was smiling and waving at us through the window?!" I told her what happened and that brother was hugging me the whole time; she said that seeing Dad will continue to happen because none of us are afraid of him. She told me to stop being a baby and stop crying because it's "your father." So I did, grew my female balls and sucked it up. (My mother made me believe in the paranormal a lot more as I got older.)
Now and again, I can feel my Dad's presence in the room. Sometimes I can smell his cologne and aftershave stuff. And sometimes, I can feel him rubbing his whiskers against my forehead (which is a weird feeling).
Trust me, there is a lot more stories:)