My mother comes from a country where even until today things are still old fashioned and secluded from the city. All her life she has been followed by occurrences, experiences, sightings that cannot be explained. She is not a stranger to seeing ghosts, entities. But this is by far one experience I as well as she will never forget.
My father was not a very good man while he lived on this earth. My mother had more painful memories of him than good. I had no recollection of him until I met him when I was about 8 years old. He was a stranger to me. A stranger who had brought pain and suffering to my mothers life.
It was when I was 10 years old that he decided to take his own life in a violent way. It was within that week of learning of his death and attending his funeral that I noticed strange things started happening. My mother seemed more afraid than in mourning. I remember her telling one of my aunts about the plants she had out on the back porch. She was accustomed to leaving a glass of water out for the recently deceased. I still do not understand the meaning behind that. She left that glass of water by her plants on the back porch. The next morning all the plants had been torn to pieces as if they were ripped by hand from the pots and the water was just spilled.
My aunt then told my mother she had heard a voice whisper in her ear "it's not worth it," while she sat at her dining table mourning the death of my father. Since the suicide of my father, my mother had this uneasiness about her. It wasn't until I got older that my mother told me most of the things that she had experienced.
For years she had been followed and tormented by what she solemnly believed was my fathers unresting ghost. She told me how she clearly felt she was being watched at night. When she was sleeping she would suddenly smell the stench of men's cologne and someone laying next to her in bed but never had the courage to turn around. When she would bathe she felt someone was outside looking through the window.
Another time she got out of the shower crying and completely horrified. She told me something has struck her clear across her back. I looked at her back and there was a red mark on her back. It almost seemed in the shape of a letter to me but I was in such disbelief I did not know what to say to her.
My mother would tell me she knew when my fathers ghost would go in her room. She could hear the train every night at about the same time. Shortly after the train the stench of cigar and cologne would fill her room. After seeing my mother in such pain and complete fright. I stayed up one night. I remember hearing the train from a distance. I went outside and started speaking to the man I had only met once in my life and never called father. I asked him to leave. Leave in peace and bring my mother peace. As I said this I could not help but feel a horrible rage. I was so angry. I asked him to rest.
About a week later I noticed a change in my mother. She was less reluctant to be alone, go to sleep. I asked her if she was alright. Then she told me. One night while she was sleeping she had heard the voice of my father ask for her forgiveness. My mother woke up looked around and said, "I forgive you..." It was at that moment that she knew my fathers unresting soul had found peace.