Age:[ 47 ] Gender:[ F ]
Comments: This memory later helped me to find a loving God, not that punishing one in the Bible.
My daddy was killed in an auto crash when I was 5 years old. I had a memory of talking to him. I tried to convince myself that it was just my imagination or something else that caused the memory to stay with me throughout the years. I tried to talk about it on occasion, but always met with snickers or worried expressions. Today, at the age of 47, I still remember the event as if it were only yesterday. Daddy sat on the edge of my bed and woke me up. He said that he was going away for a long time, but that he loved me very much. He also said, "Your mother is crying and I need you to go tell her that I'm happy and for her not to cry, but that I won't be home tonight or for a very long time". He kissed me and walked out of my room. I got up to follow him, but he was gone. I remembered what he had told me to do and went to Mama's room. She was still up and crying. I told her what Daddy had said to me. She started crying again, got angry, and told me to go back to bed. I'm so glad that after all these years, I can finally admit to the deep-down feeling that I've always believed my Daddy did indeed come back to tell me goodbye. Thank you. Liz
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