Face within the Fire-Paranormal Story of Dad's Ghostly Visit
Dad Appears on Christmas Eve
Dad Visits us on Christmas Eve
Prelude to the Paranormal Event
The sacred day will be forever etched in my heart and soul. It's a memory that gets me through the grief and sadness of losing dad.The three of us had a special connection we never took for granted. Dad, Laura and I nicknamed ourselves, 'the three musketeers'. Though it was a father and his two daughters; we were kindred spirits. We could get in conversations that felt like minutes, yet lasted for hours. We were seated at the corner table, next to the fireplace at one of our favorite restaurant's. Lord Fletcher's was a place we all enjoyed; especially when there was something to celebrate.
We'd just come from Methodist Hospital where dad met with a radiologist for tongue cancer. We went over the pro's and cons of whether he should get radiation following surgery. It didn't take us long to unanimously vote against it. Dad was about seventy years old at the time and very thin. He couldn't afford losing any weight and there were several other bad side effects. The surgeon assured us a week before, that surgery to remove the tumor would be a piece of cake. It was possible the cancer could return, but none of us worried. With a strong faith in God and knowing it was he that was in charge, we held hands in a prayer of thanks.
We were so immersed in conversation and celebration, we almost forgot we were out at a restaurant. The server gently broke into the conversation. "Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt but I've never seen a family bond like this before. You all seem to be floating off the ground with your passionate conversation." She was right, it was quite a love fest we had that day. We all made a pact that whoever left this earth first, would visit the last of the three musketeer's.
The Christmas Eve Miracle
It was an especially meaningful holiday season for my family this year. The true meaning of Christmas re-kindled in our hearts and souls. It was a year of financial struggles and life transitions. The difficulties reminded us what was really important in life. We were more present with each other and humbly grateful for all our blessings. Having less, poignantly illustrated how much we truly had.
My sister and I hosted the annual family Christmas Eve party. For the first time in many years, we huddled everyone together for a family photo. It wasn't an easy task, but knew the effort would be worth the reward. We took several shots so we'd be sure to get a couple of great photo's.
When everyone cleared out, we cleaned up a little and it was time to sit down and relax. My sister started going through the family photo's. First, she looked at pictures taken from her Canon Digital Camera. She saw something intriguing in the photo's and called me over. I looked at the photo and gasped. There was a white orb, about the size of a grape, next to my right cheek. I looked at Laura and said, "it's probably dad kissing my cheek." I sat back down and didn't think much more about it. A few minutes later, my sister let out a shriek. I looked up from my computer and asked her what was going on. Through her tears, she told me to check out the photo she took from her I-Phone. It was a picture she'd taken of the 'Yule Log Fire' on television that evening. I couldn't believe my eyes. There, in the middle of the fire was my father. His sweet, cheerful face so recognizable. He was wearing his worn out white tee shirt and looking at us from his familiar eyeglasses. There was no doubt this was dad's ethereal image in the burning embers.
Laura and I are grateful dad was able to fulfill the promise of the pact. We believe he came to let us know everything would be alright.
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Definition of Apparition
According to angelfire.com, an Apparition is a supernormal appearance of a dead person (or animal) too distant to be within the range of the normal perception of the spectator. An apparition can also be a supernormal appearance of a living person/animal as well.
© 2013 Linda Rogers