As a child from a huge family, being one of the eldest had many advantages and many disadvantages.
The advantages were staying out with friends later, being able to go out with friends to concerts, shows, and movies. (We couldn't afford that though).
The disadvantages were having to take our younger siblings with us and bring them home early, help with chores around the home, and being encouraged to get a job after school and weekends in our teen years.
The money we earned, was ours, but we'd help our parents by giving them a small amount. My father was proud and never put his hand out for anything, not even money for bread. He worked so hard from early hours until late, and when he got home he was really tired and hungry. Before eating, he would always say, 'have the children had enough to eat'? (That's the sort of father he was. Always putting my mother and all of us first, all 9 of us.) My mother always fed us early, made sure we did our homework and by the time my father got home we'd be ready to sleep.
My mother is old now and often ill. Various things burden her health constantly. I visit her from time to time and usually stay for a few days a time and help her by cooking and freezing meals and doing what I can. My other siblings do the same. They go and clean weekly and help where they can.
My parents were childhood sweethearts and after my dad died my mother never remarried or went on dates with men.
Up until this day my father is seen or his presence is felt in our family home, where they lived for over 40 odd years. I must add, since my eldest brother died, my father isn't seen or felt around the home as much.
There were no previous owners. My parents lived there from the time the house was built. There's no cemeteries or burial grounds near the home. The spirit can only be that of my father. The feeling I get is a comforting, homey feeling like he's watching over my mother and the rest of us.
Sometimes when I cook at my mother's place, I feel my father around me. My mother doesn't pick up on his presence these days. She can barely remember when we call her and we all call her daily.
I'm a lot older than my younger sister who is also a member on this site. Nearly 11 years older. She is one of the youngest and in her mid 50s, I'm one of the eldest and in my mid 60s. When my younger sister visits my mother she sees my father's shadow up and down the corridor near my mother's room.
What I don't understand, is why my sister sees my father's shadow, and I feel him around like a comforting, homey feeling. I have seen my father's spirit in the past. But these days I feel his presence.
Does anyone else have these feelings replacing sightings of spirits?
Thank you. It's been difficult to talk about mum without bursting into tears. Last time we visited mum and dad's grave, we had a laugh remembering some things mum would say. I guess the pain is finally easing.
My parents are buried in the same grave. They purchased the lot when dad was alive. It's quite lovely that they are buried together for all eternity. May their souls RIP.
Enough of the sad chat, hope your well. Good to see you back online.