My dear father, who was and will forever be, my hero, had a brilliant mind and a wonderful fascination with our world, especially with those subjects that the majority of people spent no time at all thinking about. When any topic caught his interest, he would spend endless hours turning into years, researching every aspect of that particular subject, with his main joy being that of the supernatural. He instilled in me from a very young age, all that he garnered from his investigations. As such, I grew up having absolutely no doubt in my mind about hauntings, and reincarnation, and aliens, among other things. I believed completely in what he taught me, and am so grateful he instilled in me a natural curiosity and openness towards so many things in this and other worlds.
When he took his last breath in the middle of the night in a darkened hospital room in my arms, I whispered to him that he wasn't really gone, that we both knew that his energy and spirit had just changed forms, and whenever he wanted, he could come back and visit with me and my mom, his wife of 56 years. I told him to take it easy on mom cause she was a non-believer in such things, but that he could go full throttle if he chose to haunt me. And I have felt his presence many times since that night. I know he and mom are up there in Heaven, dancing the jitterbug and playing pinochle, and keeping an eye on their little girl. And that thought brings me peace.
