TRUE STORIES WANTED: Ghosts of loved ones keeping love alive

I'm not sure this is what you're looking for, but I have a couple. Here's one. If you'd like others, please let me know. My daughter was killed in a traffic accident when she was 10. After the burial and the obligatory gathering of relatives had abated, I decided to go to the gravesite. My adult step-son took me. There were hundreds of people at the funeral and any number of workers who'd had to arrange the 108 floral pieces on the grave, not counting the people who folded the chairs left over from the graveside service, the tent, and those who covered the grave. When I arrived at the cemetery, my step-son and I walked toward the grave, even commenting about the number of muddy footprints on the grass. (It had rained that day.) As I was looking down, I stopped. There on the path in front of me, untrampled and unsoiled, lay a single red rose. It's petals were dry and it seemed to have been freshly cut. I keep it folded between the pages of our family album.

My father wanted to be cremated and his ashes taken back to the Reservation. We had him cremated, but it was over a year before all my siblings could take time off to travel to South Dakota together.

In that year, I woke up several times in the middle of the night to see my father sitting in the corner. I convinced myself in the morning that I had a dream.

After we had taken his ashes and released them according to his wishes, I had one last dream. He was standing next to our pond under the tree. When I looked at him, he waved, then turned and walked away.

The next morning, I went down to the pond and found a fishing lure that he used to love laying under the tree.

I've never dreamed about him since.

In all fairness, I must add that my husband insists the lure could have been dropped by anyone.

He is right. It could have been.

Ghost or Karma? It doesn't matter to me. I only know that it was good.

lakotagirl said:

In all fairness, I must add that my husband insists the lure could have been dropped by anyone.

He is right. It could have been.

Ghost or Karma? It doesn't matter to me. I only know that it was good.

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I prefer to think that it was your father living the dream. He wanted you to know he'd gone fishing in an eternity of lakes and streams, living water so to speak. I never let logic interfer with hope.