I don't know if this will be of interest to anyone but I will try to make it short, not as long as the story I had previously written. Sorry about that. As you probably know by now from reading most of my stories, they are about ghost/spirit visits (not all of the time mind you, but here and there just to make my life a little more exciting and interesting!) from my family members that have transcended from this earth.
My father passed 12 years ago unexpectedly. The week before my Dad's death, I received a phone call at about 7:00 in the evening. I picked up the phone and said hello. It was my Dad. He said hi Jude. I want to move to Florida. I said hi Dad...what, in a very concerned voice. He said to me he wanted to leave and move to Florida right away. I then said to him what are you talking about? He said, Jude, I want to move to Florida, I will be okay there, I just want to move to Florida, I just want to move there, I like it there, I want to get out of here. I was silent on the phone and upset to begin with being that he was diagnosed with a rare cancer and I know he probably was too. His voice did sound a little weak I thought, but it sounded very urgent and he sounded as if he was definitely going to move.
I said to him Dad, just calm down. It will be okay. You can't just pick up and move to Florida. What's the problem? He said, Jude, I have to move to Florida. I want a divorce from your Mom and I want to move to Florida, I'm not happy. At this point I am thinking a divorce? He and Mom have been married 28 years. Not happy? We all weren't considering the life threatening disease my Dad was diagnosed with. What's he talking about? I told him that I loved him, to calm down and to get some rest. I asked him if Mom was around and asked him if she could hear what he was saying. He said no, she isn't here. I kind of thought that odd since my Mom was with him day in and day out helping him cope and taking care of him. I then told him not to worry about anything and I would talk to him tomorrow.
My dad never called me at home. This was the first time he ever called me at my house. We were very close being that I was the only daughter but I found it kind of strange to receive this phone call from him considering he had never did this before.
The last week of February and the first week of March the following year after he passed, my husband and I made plans for a trip to Fort Myers, Florida. His parents had a winter home and our aunt and uncle weren't too far away with theirs. When I told my boss where in Florida of course he wanted us to visit his place on Sanibel Island. We both thought this would be a nice trip for us considering the death of my father. My husband missed him too.
Fast forward to Fort Myers, Florida... Will and I thought it would be nice to go to the flea market with his aunt and uncle. They picked us up in their van and were showing us some of the sights on the way. My uncle stopped the van on the side road (it kind of looked like an alley but cars could drive through) beside a Belle's Outlet. We didn't know why and he said he missed the road that he was supposed to take. My aunt told him to just drive straight through this alley to the street ahead and go from there. So he did.
About halfway up this alley road, I looked in front of me to the left and seen a man walking. Actually that man looked like my Dad, same clothes, same hat, same walk. I knew it was him. He walked with his head down a bit, not straight mind you. I said... Oh my God, look, there's my Dad and pointed straight ahead. Everybody looked to the head of them and everybody was in shock. My husband, aunt and uncle all shouted "it is him".
We went nuts telling my uncle to hurry up. So my uncle sped up. We caught up with him but only for a moment. He was right beside the van. He was holding his hat with his right hand a little over the right side of his face as if hiding it with his head tilted down. My husband and I yelled out...Dad, Dad. My aunt and uncle couldn't believe this. All of a sudden he started to walk a little quicker, I mean before you knew it he was almost to the end of the alley road that we were heading for. He turned to the left and disappeared. My uncle stopped the van to where he turned off. We sat there for a couple of minutes in disbelief. My aunt and uncle kept repeating, did you see your Dad, it was Kenny, it was Kenny, and it was your Dad. We all cried with happy tears because we seen him for one last time in his solid form.
To this day when reminiscing with my aunt and uncle they always end up talking about seeing my Dad in Florida. When I think about this occurrence and the phone call I received the week before he passed, it is a little eerie. So unexpected for and coincidental to see my Dad walking on that alley road in solid form... A road that we ended up on because of a wrong turn.
Thanks for reading.