A Father's Love

This is a story my mother has told me since I was old enough to understand about paranormal things. Once I started telling my mother things that I saw or heard and totally understood them she was able to tell me stories from her own experiences and stories she had heard from our family. Like I said we have had a long line of people with "the gift".

This was before my dad was even in my mother's life. Her best friend at the time wanted her to house sit so my mom was all up for it. I don't think she ever told me exactly what state this was in but it does involve snow.

She was housesitting for her friend and was up in the bedroom trying to get some shut eye and she heard this car door. She looked out the window and saw a car in the driveway and a man getting out of the car with a red coat on. He was walking toward the door. My mom proceeded to the door and once she opened it there was NOONE there and no car BUT there were footprints in the snow leading up to the door. Yet noone was there. My mom was thinking she was going nuts and shut the door. You always doubt when things like this happen to you. She then was going to try to go back to bed but once again this car with the man in the red coat was outside in the driveway again. Once again my mother opened the door and the only thing there were those footprints. She was really started to get scared at this point because what the heck was going on! She was home alone and this car with the red coat man kept coming to this house but once opening the door the car and him were gone! This happened a total of three times in a row. My mom was pretty freaked out but she had to stay in this house because she had told her friend she would housesit.

The next morning some police officers showed up at the front door, the non disappearing kind. They asked my mom if she was so and so. They were looking for her best friend. My mom told them no she was housesitting for her but what did they want. They proceeded to tell my mother they needed to know her whereabouts because her father had died the night before and they needed to let her know. My mother asked them to please describe the man and tell her what he was wearing and driving. He was driving the car that was in the driveway with a, yep you guessed it, red coat! My mother was floored.

This man loved his daughter so much he was trying to get hold of her himself and let her know he was gone and to probably say his final good-bye. Yet every time my mother would open the door he would be gone knowing it wasn't his daughter. He tried 3 times to do this each time to discover his daughter wasn't home.

Now that's what I call fatherly love!