Let me begin by saying that although I have great respect for the paranormal and DO believe in ghosts and life after death, I am NOT in the least bit psychic. I do not have anything at all of what can be regarded as a sixth sense or ever get premonitions or signs or anything. My mother does. She often dreams of things and they come true and often talks of people she hasn't seen in years only to have them call her within the hour! My husband, as well, has seen his deceased father countless times in the 11 years we've been married (but that's a story for another day!).
Anyway, my story begins when I was 7 years old. It began as any other weekday. I was awoken by the sound of my parents eating breakfast I was still in bed. My father came to say goodbye to me before work, but me being a silly seven year old, pretended I was sleep and didn't respond. I wish I hadn't. Sadly, my father was killed by a drunk driver on his way to work and I never saw him again. Life, as I knew it, changed.
The following days after my father's sudden and unexpected death were a whirlwind. My mother planning a funeral with my paternal grandmother and lots of people coming by to pay their condolences. It was a crazy few days. Finally it all died down after his funeral.
The first story I heard of a family member making "contact" was my maternal grandfather. My grandparents were separated and my mother and I were staying with my maternal grandmother for an infinite amount of time while my mother sorted out what to do with my father's things, and my grandfather was staying at our house so it wouldn't be alone. He later told me he was watching TV, watching my father's favorite sport to be exact, and was sitting in my father's favorite chair when he was overcome by emotion and started crying. He said he just missed my father so much. At that exact same time he said all the windows in the house started rattling, as if someone was knocking on them all at once. It was a small, single story 2 bedroom home, and he said every single window shook at the exact same time. My grandfather said he called out, "Yes, I know, you're here!" After he said that it all stopped and all was quiet. My grandfather said he wasn't afraid but was comforted because he knew my father was there.
The next story I heard was of my great-aunt. As I said, my mother was in the process of dealing with my father's belongings and there was a sweater of his my great-aunt wanted. By now it was January and my great-aunt said she was the first to wake up and with it being a particularly chilly morning she put on my father's sweater and set about to cook breakfast. She said she was all by herself cooking when she said she felt a sudden tug on the side of the sweater and heard my father's voice loud and clear right by her ear say, "Hello, Aunty." She too wasn't scared, just surprised she said.
Of all the people to have experiences, my mother had the most, which to me, made sense. She actually told me that she dreamt of my father dying in an accident a week before he died. She said she wondered if she should mention it to him, when HE told her he had dreamt of his father, who had passed away years before. She then decided against telling him because the two dreams scared her.
She said in the weeks following my father's death she would be laying in bed and feel a pressure on the bed of someone sitting on the side of the bed then laying down. She said she knew it was him. I asked her if it scared her she said of course not.
She had countless dreams which she told me about, but the one I remember the most was one where she was walking down a crowded street and my father would come out of the crowd to her and say, "Come with me." She would resist and say, "No I can't, you're dead!" and she would then wake up.
Fastforward to me being 19 and in the 12 years that had passed since my father's death, I had never seen my father, never heard my father and never even had a single dream about him. As I grew older it began to press on my mind. Even my cousins had by now told me they had dreamt of him or had heard his voice (my aunt and them moved into our old home after my mother decided it was too painful to live there) and I kept thinking, with me being his child, why wouldn't he contact me!
This particular sunny day I was in the shower. The bathroom was a long rectangular shape and had 2 doors. One connecting it to the master bedroom and one going out to the hallway. The doors were perpendicular to each other and were so close that if one was open wide and someone opened the other door, it would cause them to bang against each other.
We were actually staying at my uncle's house for a while and I went in to have a shower and only locked the hallway door since I knew no one would come in through the master bedroom, but I made sure I shut that door as well and the window was also closed. As I showered I started to think about my father. For the first time I actually felt angry and resented never to have had any "contact" with him after he had passed. In my mind I angrily said, "I'm your daughter! Do SOMETHING!" And at that exact same moment a part of the shower curtain got pushed in, it looked as if someone had actually punched the shower curtain from the other side. I froze. Window and doors were close, there was no draft, and even if there was it wasn't the whole curtain that moved, it was that small specific spot, right in the middle, it was quick too and then it was still. I peeked through the side and no one was there. I won't lie, it scared me to death! But I was happy. I had finally made contact.
I am now 32 and this year will mark the 25th anniversary of his death. I've had no other experiences since that day. On a side note though: when my husband and I first met and were getting to know each other still, I was telling him about my dad and he asked when in November he had passed away, I said "November 28th." He looked at me and said, "Oh, I see. November 28th is my father's BIRTHDAY!"... Such is life!