The family of Ghosts            Story:- 1 2 3 4 5    

                My story is not spectacular, or frightening. For me, I guess it is not even "out of the norm," since it has been going on for so long. It appears, when my family members die, at least my parents, they prefer to spend at least part of their time with their still living family.

                 My father died, in an automobile accident, on 06 February 1973. In August of 1973, I was spending some time in Los Angeles. While starting to merge into oncoming traffic, from a freeway onramp, my father appeared, facing me, and took the steering wheel, forcing it, hard, to the right. I put on the brake, and stopped on the shoulder of the freeway, just in time to see a car move over from the third lane, going very fast, to pass the cars in the second and third lanes. If my father had not turned the car out of the way, I would have been hit by the speeding car. In this instance, my father saved me from injury, or, possibly, death. I found out, many years later, that a friend of the family had a very similar experience with my father, on a San Jose, CA, expressway, about two months later. I have had numerous encounters with him over the last 25 years, which were just "visits." When I see my father, he is three dimensionl, but somewhat opaque. I often do not see the lower portion of his body.

                  My mother died on 23 July 1997. Two days prior to her death, my father told me he would be coming to meet her, soon, and the first thing he was going to do was to take her dancing. My mother never dated after my father's death, and one of the things she said she missed most was dancing. The following day, my mother's condition deteriorated. The next day, the doctor told me she had begun multi-system failures, and we decided to withhold futher treatment and issued a DNR. Twelve hours later, my mother died. I was standing in the doorway, of her room in ICU, when her monitor alarms went off, at 04:00. I rushed to her side, as she took her last breath. I told her not to fight it, because daddy was there to take her dancing. As I spoke those words, someone put a hand on my right shoulder (which was about 6" from the wall, on the far side of the room), and told me everything would be fine now. The voice was indistinct. Although I understood the words perfectly, I have no idea whether the voice was male or female. I turned to see who was speaking to me, and saw two of the nurses standing in the doorway, but noone but mom and I were in the room. Since we had a DNR issued, they were giving me a couple of minutes before they came in. I left the hospital about 45 minutes later. As I drove home, I very clearly saw an image, in the windshield, of my mom and dad dancing.

              Since that time, I have not "seen" my mother, but I am aware of her presence. She still likes to play little jokes, and opens or closes things, or moves things around. My friend and I went to a place in Escondido, last December, that mom just loved. She evidently decided to join us. We found things taken out of cupboards that we had put away, or things that hadn't been put away were in the cupboard when we looked for them. One morning we were running late, and couldn't find our shoes. We had both left them under the coffee table, in the living room, the night before. When we finally found them, they were neatly placed in the closets of the (correct) bedrooms. I guess mothers stay mothers, no matter how old their kids are, or whether they are living or dead.

              Since then I have fealt my mom's presence, occassionally with another presence I cannot identify. I have never seen her, or her companion, but I know they are there. My mother does speak to me, on occassion, but normally I just know she is here.