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Father Pleading for Forgiveness from the Graveand continues watching over his family.

When I was nine years old, my father had went into the hospital to undergo gallbladder surgery, and he found out during that time that he had colon cancer, and would only have a month left to live. It was a very difficult and sad time for our entire family, especially for my mom, because my father was her life. She had never been alone before (except when my dad went out to sea while serving in the Navy, which he had retired from after 25 years), and of course she was totally terrified. He had always been there for her, and his children, and made sure we were always taken care of and well provided for.

About a year before, my father made my brother join the Army (he, himself, had been in the Army at a very young age, before going into the Navy, and he always said that it helped him to grow up some.) He felt that it would do my brother some good, especially since my brother needed some guidance and my parents were not having any luck in helping him with that. This was during the Viet Nam era, and my brother’s unit would soon be shipping out to Viet Nam. My mom was so upset about this, and then the news of my dad just made it even worse.

A couple of days before my dad passed on, my mother went to him on his “death bed” and told him that she would NEVER forgive him for sending their son to the Army, causing him to go to Viet Nam, and possibly never coming back! Of course, my mom really didn’t mean that, and before she could make peace with my dad and let him know that she forgave him, he had passed on.

It was several years later, when I was a couple of years older, my mom had shared with me something that really upset me for the longest time. But now, years later, I have come to accept what my mom had experienced, and not be afraid of it… but to make since of it.  It was two weeks after my dad passed away, and my mom was laying in the bed, late one night.  All of a sudden, she felt this urge to sit up and she saw my father standing at the foot of the bed, all charred.  She told me that the only thing she could see were the whites of his eyes, starring at her and pleading with her to PLEASE forgive him!  My mom said that she started crying, and that she told my dad that she forgave him and if he could please forgive her for being so angry with him.  Mom told me that all of a sudden, dad’s eyes seem to have peace in them, that he seemed to slowly vanish away, and that she had this sudden urge to lay down and go to sleep.

My three sisters and I have spoken about this several times in the past years.  Mom had shared this experience with them as well.  My sisters seem to think that mom had dreamed about my dad coming to her that night.  But, mom told me that she had honestly seen my dad.  Of course, being a kid, I had many questions, and her answer to the reason why my dad was all charred was because when his soul left his body, he had to go through the earth’s atmosphere, and that is what caused him to be all charred (she always had a way of explaining things to me, which for some reason at the time, seem to make a lot of sense.)  My mom also had told me that the only way for someone’s soul to get into Heaven, is that they had to be forgiven.  And, she also reminded me that I should always forgive someone, because you never know when that person is going to pass on, and they need to get into Heaven, as well.

My mom had said that after she forgave my dad, that she felt very much at peace, as if my dad was on his way to Heaven.  For several months after my dad’s passing, I felt his presence around us, like he was protecting us.  Sometimes, though, those feelings would really scare me!  At night, after my mom, sisters, and I would go to bed, I remember being woken up, several times while we continued living in our house in Miami, by the sound of someone, who seemed to be wearing socks, sliding their feet along the carpet in the living room and then on to the wooden floor which led into my sisters’(just two, my oldest sister had just recently left home to join the Navy) and my room.  I was so terrified, that I would put the bed sheets over my head!!  Another time, we had an attic fan that had started letting off a heavy smoking smell during the night.  My sister, Sharon, who at that time was so terrified of electrical appliances, that she wouldn’t even unplug the radio from the socket in the wall!  But, my other sister, Linda, said that she woke up to Sharon getting out of bed (she seemed to be in a trance), climbing up to the attic, unplugging the fan, detaching it (it wasn’t very large) and carrying it outside and leaving it on the front lawn, without even remembering anything she had done, the next morning.  But, had she not done that, the fan would have probably of eventually caught on fire and possibly burnt the house down while we were sleeping.  My dad’s presence seem to be with us in the house for the longest time (for about a year) and then my two other sisters left home to join the Navy.  Mom eventually decided to sell our house, and move both her and I to another part of Florida, where my oldest sister was stationed.  After that, I didn’t feel my dad’s presence so much anymore.  But, I knew in my heart that my dad’s spirit was still with us, watching over us, and protecting us.  Even to this day, I can feel my dad’s presence with me, and I’m sure with the rest of my family as well.

Another time that I felt like my dad was protecting us, was when my we were transporting my father’s body to the Arlington Cemetery, in Virginia, where he was to be laid to rest (since my mom’s passing back in ’96, she was laid to rest there, as well, along with my dad).  It was the first time that I had ever flown on a large jetliner.  We had lived in Miami at the time, and the jetliner’s route to Virginia took us over Cape Canaveral.  I can remember hearing the pilot suddenly speaking on the loud speaker (very calmly I might add) and told us that if everyone looks out the window on their right, that they could see the Mercury rocket being launched (evidently, one of the NASA missions was to take place that day) and that we were in the way, and that he would have to move over, fast, to let the rocket go by (apparently, there was a BIG mistake made, and the jetliner passed over Cape Canaveral during the time of the Mercury launch…of course now of days, that sort of thing would never happen anymore…) The pilot had told everyone to get back to their seats and put on their seatbelts, because it might get a little bumpy. I can still remember my uncle (my dad’s brother) letting me sit on his lap and look out the window to see the rocket coming up toward us, just for a moment, before the stewardess rushed me back to my seat.  I can still remember the jetliner quickly getting out of the way and had to lean, what seem to be pretty far, toward the left side, and then seeing the rocket go past us, and the jetliner just shaking in it’s quake! Luckily, the pilot was able to keep control of the jetliner, and in an instance, everything was over with and back to normal. What an EXPERIENCE! Anyway, it may sound a little corny, and I may have gone off track for just a second, but, even at the age of nine, I felt that my dad was protecting us then, as well, along with everyone else. Because, if that pilot hadn’t reacted fast, like he did, and get the jetliner out of the way of the Mercury Rocket in time, that it would probably of been the worst disaster of the century involving one of NASA’s space missions and a passenger jetliner.  Not to mention, it would have also been the end of the NASA program, for awhile at least (at least I think so).

Not too long ago, I had shared this experience with one of my friends, and she told me that she felt that not only was my dad protecting us that day, but, he was also giving his little girl one more thrill of her life, being able to actually witness the launch of a NASA rocket from above… and so CLOSE!

As for my brother, he never made it to Viet Nam. Instead, the President of the United States pardoned him, since he was the only surviving son, and sent him back home, in which he was able to eventually marry and give our mom and our late dad three grandchildren.

Thank you to everyone for taking to time to read my story.  Even now, it brings tears to my eyes and gives me goose bumps when I think and talk about it!  Everyone have a blessed and happy day!

Sent in by Bonnie, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com

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