It has been almost 32 years since my Dad passed away and I miss him just as much today as I did when he first passed away. There are so many times that I want to talk to him. He could always make me laugh . He always had a story about when he was younger. I think I love his ghost stories the most. You see my Dad really believe in ghost. I guess that is where I get my interest in the subject. I can remember a pond that he would not go by after dark
lol. When he would tell these stories to us we would laugh till tears rolled down our cheek at the funny way he would tell them.
One of my favorite stories that he would tell us was about one night when they went coon hunting.. He told how the moon was shinning bright that night. The dog got on the trail of something right off that night. It made a loud thundering sound as the dogs chased it. The dogs we so far ahead of them that Daddy could not see what they were after. They ran and bark at what every this was until they tree it in the middle of the pasture. It was an old dead tree. The tree was so big around and limbs branching out , and in the moon light looked at a distance almost look like a giant standing in the middle of the pasture. They tried to make the dogs leave the tree but each time they would pull them away . The dogs would go back to that tree. So when the finally had enough ,two of the men went back to the house to get a saw to cut the tree down . My Dad and one of my Uncle's stayed to see if anything tried to come down. When the other 2 men returned with the saw it was just beginning to get daylight..As they sawed the tree they hear this sound and heard something hit the ground and the dogs were off again. Daddy said it sound like some kind of large animal when it hit the ground, but they saw nothing . It was light enough that they could see the dogs running and it seems that they were only chasing air.. He was convinced that it was some kind of spirit. You could tell but the way he told the story that he really believed what he was saying. Now whether this was true or not I don't know . But I do know that looking back and remembering my Dad tell this story, that he did have a very
unusual experience that
nite.
And sometime when I am sitting thinking about him and want to see him the most. I can get a faint smell of pipe tobacco. He always smoked and pipe. And when I smell that pipe tobacco I am reminded of one of his funny little stories. Who knows maybe that is his way of letting me know he is still watching over me.
So Happy Birthday Daddy.
Love you lots
Your Baby Girl