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Dad

I grew up in a spooky little town in a very haunted house. My dad died in that house in 1992. I lived in Indianapolis when he died. Dad had been dead over a year. I was getting ready to buy a house, was packing stuff in my dining room. No one home but me, myself and I. Suddenly I realized that I had a visitor. I looked across the room. There on the first step of the stairway stood my dad. He had legs, (both had been amputated seven years before he died), he was wearing his blue suit and smiling his wonderful smile. I said, "Daddy, what do you want?", POOF, he was gone. I moved into my house a month later. I was sitting on my step stool in the middle of my kitchen, surrounded by packed boxes stacked shoulder high. I had a clear path and view of the kitchen table. In the midst of unpacking a box of junk I looked up. There sat dad at my kitchen table, wearing his blue suit and smiling his wonderful smile. I asked, "Daddy, what can I do for you?" POOF, he was gone. Upon reflection I knew why he came to me. The first visit was to let me know that I would be getting the house I wanted to buy. The second visit was to let me know he was happy for me. I haven't seen him since, but now he leaves me dimes.....and that\'s another story for another day...........
Ruth Miller

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