Messages from Dad...

Okay, so I'm seriously, 100% convinced that my dad ("step"dad) is still around. A lot.

I've posted something about it before, but he passed away three days after my wedding, July 11 (my wedding was July 8). I'm his oldest daughter, the only child that he got to see get married, he walked me down the aisle and gave me away. I lived with him longer than any of the others (my brother moved back to Florida, my two younger sisters lived with their mom most of their life, and the oldest son was never around much at all) and we got along incredibly well, especially for step-family (I still say he's my real father).

So we've (the entire family) seen/heard things that tell us he's still here. My mom has seen him standing in her house. My husband and I have seen him, not clearly, but as a shadow-figure in the dark or our of the corner of our eyes. We've all heard his music at random silent moments.

But this was the big one. The other night (night before last) I couldn't get to sleep. I had way too much on my mind, stressing over little things. I finally got to sleep, and woke up right after. Every time I fell asleep, I kept waking up - to the sound of a train whistle. He worked for Canadian Pacific Railway from the Summer he graduated high school, literally, until the day he died. I got out of bed a few times, stared out the window, listened closely. There was no train, no crossing lights or bells (we can see one of the crossings from our window, and the tracks). Just a train whistle. It sounded far-away, off in the distance, nothing that would actually be loud enough to wake me (my husband and roommate slept through the night) and it wasn't getting any closer, or moving any further away. It was just there. A few minutes after I fell asleep, every time, I would wake up and hear the train whistle. I even laid really still a couple of times, and listened. I still heard it. Not just hearing things in my sleep, in my dreams, no, this was really there. But there was no train. It had already passed through town (I know the train schedules, too... thanks, dad, haha) and there was NO train. I just kept waking up and hearing the whistle.

I didn't hear it last night, but it was almost another sleepless night. I crawled out of bed and sat up in the living room because I wasn't tired at all. My roommate came home, we sat up and talked for a while, and then I went to bed - still couldn't sleep. The train passed through and I remember hearing it, being surprised that it didn't wake my husband (they blow the whistle a lot more when it's snowy) and then hearing it fade out as it left town... that's what I fell asleep to, and actually slept through the night.

I've also been hearing music a lot more often. I was doing dishes one day and I heard a Pink Floyd song playing from outside, or so I thought. I didn't have music on because I was playing "not home" to avoid unwanted company (it's been a rough time) and nobody else was home. My dog certainly wasn't playing/singing Pink Floyd. There were no cars around (other than parked cars with nobody in them) and both of my neighbours were at work. The only thing I could think of was my stepdad watching "Pink Foyd Live In Pompeii" (the DVD that my husband and I got him last Christmas) EVERY weekend, singing really loud, dancing through the living room... just like he always did, just to try to embarrass the rest of the family.

I'm convinced he's still around. Maybe he's just trying to let us know he's still here, though, and we already know that his father is still here (they both died in the same house - my mother still lives there).

 

maybe you have schizofrenia?

 

dont listen to the post above everyone has to be a critic.but this is cool i wish i had signs to know some of my family is there with me.you should def. try to reach out someway to him because it sounds like he is to you.

 

I'm sorry you are having such a rough time. I know those who have departed often stick around until they think we will be OK without them. I lost both my stepdad and my Father in Law in the last 10 months.

My mom and I both sensed my step dad in her house, and we were both finding pennies all over the place. My mom would get pissed at my step dad, because he kept pennys all over the house, and she got so sick of them she started throwing them away. She told me she would get up in the morning, after completely cleaning the dining room table, and 10 pennies would be stacked up, perfectly. I started finding them all over the house, too, in my house. I really never sensed HIM, in my house, but I am pretty sure all those pennies weren't ours. My step dad had a weird sense of humor, and leaving pennies all over to aggravate my mom is just his style.

I also KNEW he was in her house for about a month or so after he died.

I was kinda freaked out, because we went to my MIL house right after my FIL's funeral, and I KNEW he wasn't there. Now, he wasn't the nices guy in the world, and had particular problems with my "lifestyle" and the way I raised "his grandchildren" and how I kept my house. (for instance he threatened to take my boy for a haircut, because he "looks like a goddam hippie" so he wasn't allowed out with his grandpa for a while.) I was kinda scared that he wasn't where he SHOULD have been after the funeral.

A few nights later, I was awake in the night, and I had been hearing footsteps in the hall. Now, our house is NOT haunted. I made SURE of it, before we bought it. But, one night a few nights after he was buried, I heard the steps again. The chair we have in our bedroom used to be "his" chair (his own wife called him "Archie Bunker" for his chair and his politics) and the chair CREAKS like someone sitting in it. I was too scared to look, but I hear it rocking (it's an old Lazy Boy which reclines and rocks) and then creaking again, and then the footsteps. Before the footsteps, I got the courage to look at the chair and could see nothing. But, Bear didn't even wake up. I told him about it the next day, and he knows this shit happens to me (and it did to him when his brother died as well) so he was upset he had missed his dad. He never returned. I think he just wanted to see Bear and make sure he was alright.

Tell you dad you are doing OK, and that he can move on, if he likes. DO NOT tell him to "go into the light." It is surmised that the Departed see living humans as Light Beings, and sometimes telling them to "Go into the light" can cause them to, well, move into you, or through you. Just tell him, when you are alone, "I'm gonna be OK, dad. I'm glad you were here to check on me. But I have the work of the living to do, and you have the work of the after life to get on with, so it is OK with me if you move on." IF you feel ready to let him go. It may take more than one talking to to get him to move on, as our Loved Ones are very attached to us.

He must love you very much. You are blessed to be able to experience him, while he is on his Journey.

Blessings, sister.

 

what a wonderful experience!.......he is definitely around to make sure everyone is okay since his passing

he may be trying to get a message of some form to you - just as you're going to sleep, you can try asking to speak with him in dreams

it's a nice feeling to know you're loved and watched over from the "other side"

 

As much as I sympathise I am afraid that it is in your mind. The mind can play tricks to people who have recently lost someone or who were very close to that person. There are some cases where they hallucinate or smell their loved ones favourite perfume. It is completely in the mind. This doesn't suggest maddness but a consequence of grievance.


Your dad is gone. However I believe in the spirit and feel that the next child that was born in close proximaty, would probably be your dad entering a new being. For every person that dies, a child is born.

There are no ghosts as being a ghost would be pointless. What would be the point of going woooooooh around a place I knew couldn't touch or live in anymore? And seeing my place being occupied by residents who have completely gone for a flamboyant colour scheme.
No, there are reasons that prove ghosts do not exist. Once you finish on earth, no matter how premature your exit, you have fulfilled that phase, that life. Now the spirit looks toward its next life and takes what it has learned from this life. He is at peace.

 

You are entitled to your opinion, JOhn, but there are a lot of people who feel, or know, otherwise. There is no reason for anyone to try to convince you otherwise, just like it is pointless for you to try to "convince" those on this forum of your belief system.

The belief in ghosts goes back a very long way, it is present in every culture, and often very intelligent, educated and otherwise skeptical people believe in them, after they have expereinced them. Your milage may vary. Ghosts often avoid certain types of people, for reasons which are not understood. These people tend to often have strong magnetic or electrical fields around them (like people who can't wear watches because they always stop or those who mess up electronics, just by their presence) and others for reasons that are purely reasonable to the Departed.

You can feel how you like, you have obviously never been in Contact. In some ways you are lucky. I guess.

I have no "proof" for my belief system, as you have none for yours. That is why is is called "Belief." As, in the long run, believing in the Departed who are still here matters not a lot, there is no reason to get too worked up about people feeling one way or an other about it. It is, usually, not all that consequensial, unless that Departed really meant something for you to know, hear or expereince.

Blessings to you.

 

Thank-you, Maggie.

And J0hn, it isn't just noises and things that happen. We have seen him, quite clearly. He's still around, I know he is, and I'm not just denying the fact that he's dead. He's dead, okay, my father's gone. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to make sure we're all still okay. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to let us know that he's still okay.


My mother and I have dreams about him, but almost never remember them. The only one that I can remember is one where I saw him, he was trying to tell me something and it seemed important, but he couldn't get the words out. My mom and I were talking about my younger sister (she has hepatitis, had a liver transplant last year and is very sick again) and I said, "Y'know, when I think about it, I just can't help but think that maybe he just had to go... to be there for Robyn."
My mom told me that she had a dream, the only one that she can remember. She was gardening and he came up on the other side of the fence. "I have to go see Robyn." She kept telling him that he couldn't, that he would just scare her (which means that she realized, in the dream, that he was dead...) and that he really shouldn't go. He just kept saying "No, I have to go, I have to see Robyn." She went inside and got him a shirt because it was raining outside and he wasn't wearing a shirt. She handed it to him, he started putting it on, and then just disappeared.

I don't know where it came from, because Robyn was fairly healthy this past Summer, she was here for the funeral and everything... but after he passed away, I just got this strong feeling that Robyn really might not make it a few more years and that he had to go, to be there for her when it's her time. He couldn't handle watching his daughter die. Then she started getting sick, and now (within a couple months) there's almost nothing left of the new liver she got, and they've given her 4-6 months to live without another liver... they don't think they can do another transplant. She's only 16, and I KNOW he couldn't have just stood back and watched his daughter die.

And no, why would I make these things up, even in my head? When I've seen/known when there were other people around me, people that I don't even know? The house that my husband and I live in is pretty old, and there's a man, I'd guess he's in his 50's. He wanders through once in a while, but he certainly isn't there all the time. I've SEEN him. I've felt him around the house strong enough to know that he's harmless/friendly. Why would I make that up in my head, when I don't know the guy or anything about the house that we live in? Hell, I didn't even know the house was that old until somebody else told me (I've only lived here for 5 years).