adopted as a baby by two elderly parents whom I loved dearly,
They will always be my Mom and Dad. I was 16 years old when
my father passed away. He went in on a Saturday and passed
away the following Saturday. We buried him the day before
and I were always close and I took his death very badly. The
first night of the viewing I was so upset I actually made
myself sick and had to be taken home by a cousin. I lay in
my bed crying, wanting my Dad. Then, I smelled the distinct
odor of his wintergreen Skoal snuff and saw a fog which I
knew without a doubt was him. The fog moved toward my bed.
I felt all the fear and loneliness wash away and heard him
say to me, "Don't cry. I will always be here if you need
me." Then he was gone.
the years, there were many instances where he made his presence
known. I became pregnant at 19 and wanted nothing more than
to raise my child with its father. I cried myself to sleep
many nights. One night, after I cried for my Dad, I had a
dream. In my dream, my Dad and I were in a restaurant talking.
There was a baby girl in a high chair with a white and yellow
dress on. My Dad sat at the table and assured me that some
day the child's father would come back to me.
then, only three months into my pregnancy, that I would give
birth to a dark haired little girl. What I didn't know was
that my mother would buy me the white and yellow dress as
a shower gift, and that two years later the child's father
would come back into my life. That is when I remembered my
seven years later, I crashed my car. I drove off a 45-foot
embankment and hit a tree head on. No one heard or saw the
accident. I don't remember much about the accident other than
climbing out of the car when it finally stopped, and not being
able to see the road above. I sat down and cried for my Dad
thing I knew, I was back up on the road and walking into town.
I made it to a friend's house and was taken to the hospital.
The only things wrong with me were two black eyes, a mild
concussion and a set of fingerprints on the inside of my arm
where someone had pulled me up that embankment. I know that
those were my Dad's fingerprints.
years later, my Mom passed away on Thanksgiving Day. I could
not believe that fate would be so cruel as to take both my
parents around the holidays. I was devastated. My Mom's death
came two weeks before my daughter's wedding, the same little
girl my Dad had shown me in the dream.
a month after my daughter's wedding, she told me she was pregnant.
I was very happy but I still missed my parents and was sorry
they couldn't share this happiness. One day I was driving
home alone and could smell my Dad's snuff again. I couldn't
believe it. I wasn't upset, so why was he coming to me? I
heard him talking to me and he said, "Don't worry. I
will always love you, but I have to leave now. It's my time
stunned. Many questions went through my mind: Where is he
going? Why isn't he staying with Mom? They waited so long
to be together. Then I knew, but I couldn't bring myself to
say the words. I couldn't believe it. The next day, I started
shopping for boy's clothes for my future grandson. I kept
questioning myself until the day he was born. There was my
grandson whose leg twitches when he gets excited just like
my Dad, with that same stubborn streak and knowing eyes. My
Mom often makes her presence known in the nursery watching
over him. It's so amazing to know that these two wonderful
people will always watch over me and my family.