My father passed in Dec 06. I was living in a two bedroom house with my dog and only myself... I'll give you little detail on how the house looked from the inside from where I was at. *looking from the rest room* I can see the side door straight ahead, basement/hallway stairs, two doors on my right, and one door on my left, that is the living room.

I just took my dog Mara outside to do her buisness and I needed to get ready for the day, I walked back in and I took my shower, yadda yadda... and I was standing up at the door of the rest room doing my make up, I had my glasses on top of my head (and let me tell you, I have such horrid sight!) anyways, as I was putting on my eye liner I saw somebody walk from the basement up to the top of the stairs of the hall way. There was a dark, tall figure. I put my glasses on fast! and I looked around to the figure and to my f-ing suprise it was my father. I stood there in just shock! He just looked at me, smiled and walked into the living room. I stood there still shocked, choking up on my words to just talk to myself... I came back to reality and walked into the room he went into and I smelt his cologne he always had on...and I got this sense of relief.

That was the first time that I had in countered him since his death. After that I have had so many encounters with him, and well my grandmother. She passed 2 weeks after he did.

 

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