Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My 59 year old father came to live with us in 2001. He was stricken with Parkinson’s disease. He improved on new medications, and he gave me 2 heavy gold chains before he moved out to live on his own. He lived on his own until 2003 when he fell and had hip surgery and needed to live in a nursing home. He had his ups and downs, but took one day at a time. I visited him as often as I could, sometimes daily, at the nursing home, with my son. I felt tremendous guilt that I could not take care of him at our home.

My little girl has a friend named Zachary. He is a freckle-faced quiet and shy nervous young man. He plays guitar very well for a 3rd grader. He is in love with my daughter.  He does very poorly in regular public school. His mom and dad told me they couldn’t afford to send him to a special school that would enhance his guitar talent. I don’t lend or give money out ever, but I felt compelled to get him into that school. It cost $400 to enroll him. I told his mother I would get him into that school because he is such a wonderful boy and he needs those guitar lessons.  I thought suddenly of the gold chains Daddy had given me, just sitting in the jewelry box. I never wore them.  They meant little to me since Daddy had given them previously to an ex-girlfriend. They were heavy. I called Zachary’s mom and we went together to the jewelry store that buys gold. She brought a necklace too. Together the total was $400. I told her I felt like God or something was pushing this.

I could not sleep that night and at 2am I got a call. My father died in his sleep. I thought “And I just sold his necklaces!” and I felt pangs of guilt but then felt comfort. I got out pictures of my father and looked in disbelief.  In the morning I called Zachary’s mom and told her “Get over here right away. I have to show you something.” I found a picture of my father as a boy, freckle-faced, smiling and holding a guitar. She looked at the picture and she smiled. “This is your father? He looks so much like my Zachary!”

In my heart I feel like my father’s spirit was guiding me to let go and use his necklaces to help this little boy who was so much like himself. I don’t know if he is in the spirit realm, but after I got the call about his death I went outside in the dark to try to breathe because I was sobbing so much. I sat down on the driveway and looked up at the moon. Then a calico cat resembling my childhood cat came up to me.  I felt comforted. I have seen that cat two other nights. I have offered her tunafish and she refuses to eat it. Yesterday I was in a silent room and I felt like I heard the song “Who Put the Bop in the Bop Shu Wop” and it was as clear as a radio. I am so tempted to go to a psychic to see if they see something around me. I feel like my father’s spirit is still with me somehow…like he is watching over me and protecting me…guiding me.

Written by Cheryl J. Lee, Copyright 2009