November 13, 2009
Dad Standing in St. Mary's Cemetery
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Angela - Tiffin, Ohio - July 2005
I was attending a cousin's wedding reception and it was a hot July weekend.
I rarely made it back to our hometown so I wanted to leave the reception
before dark so I could go out and visit my dad, baby brother, and
grandparents' graves. I was about an hour before dark so I left the
reception. The drive to the cemetery was only 10 minutes (small town) and I
found all the graves.
I put flowers on my dad's and grandparents' and I went up about five rows to
my brother's grave and was putting down his flowers on top of his stone when
I heard someone behind me. I turned left and looked up and saw my Dad
hovering over his grave. I said, "Wait a second, dad, I'll be right over to
visit you." I turned back to my brother's grave and within seconds looked
back and my dad was gone. He was dressed in his favorite Polo shirt and tan
pants (not what he was buried in). Also, he was floating above the ground,
and I could not see feet. I believe he came back to let me know he was happy
-- he looked like the funny happy dad I knew in the last years of his life
-- but he was pain free.
