"On Dec 28, 1980 when I was 7 years old, my father died of alcoholism at
the age of 60. (In the 1950's -1980's he was a wonderful chef and owned his
own restaurant business.) Well right after he died, my mother and I started
to notice strange things that would happen in our house. We could smell
the sweet smell of Jack Daniels that my dad use to drink; we could also
smell cigarettes he used to smoke...and always smelled food we know for sure
my mother and I never prepared. We always felt that someone was in
the house watching us, but for some reason my mother and I always felt
safe.
The strange happenings and weird smells went on for many years. On April
1996, I remember one night I was having a really strange dream. In my dream
my father was talking to me. And in my dream he told me I was going to
have a boy. In my dream, I remembered what my dad was wearing...he was
wearing a beautiful blue suit. It was the same suit my mother buried him in.
Eight months later, little Steven was born on December 28, 1996. The same
month and day my father died. Strange, weird things continued until the death of
my mother on Oct 28, 2000. Today I live in my mother's house and nothing
happens anymore. I sure do miss my dad very much. I believe all this time he
was just waiting for my mom.
I guess you can see love continues in life...and even in death."