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Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1998 18:55:06 -0800 (PST)
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story My stepfather, Frank and I were very close even though he had seven biological daughters of his own. He was 65 years old and lived in Florida with my mother. My mother was in the other room and found him, but to no avail, he could not His health had been failing due to heart bypass surgery recently and he passed away building a fire in his fireplace. My mother was home that day in the other room attending to something else and found him in front of the fireplace and he was gone. There was nothing the paramedics could do to save him.
Frank and my mother are originally from the state of Ohio, as am I. The funeral would be here in Ohio so my mother flew Frank's body up here for the services. She stayed with us in our little ranch house that Frank helped fix up from time to time while he was alive. He did alot of remodeling in my bathroom such as all the plumbing, flooring and painting while I was at work. He was very generous in that way; always helping his family in any way he could without expecting anything in return. I think I should explain to you how my bathroom is set up so you'll have a better understanding of what I experienced the day after Frank's funeral service. My bathroom is "L" shaped with the main entrance door of the room directly from the long hallway that adjoins the bedrooms also. There is a door at the end of the "L' that leads directly into my bedroom. So, there are two doors to this room (the hallway door and my bedroom door). Mom was sleeping in the spare bedroom directly across from the bathroom hall door. The day after the funeral, I woke up at 3:30 in the morning having to use the bathroom. I always keep the bathroom door shut that leads to my bedroom. When I get up at night, I never turn on any lights as I just walk directly to the bathroom door..open it and flip on the light directly next to the door opening. When I got up that night, I walked to the bathroom door and opened it. There directly standing in the bathroom/bedroom doorway stood a dark figure that was large. I could not make out who it was because I had not turned on the light yet. It looked like a black shadow of a large man (and Frank was a big man).
My first thought was one of my teenage sons were up wanting to come into my room for some reason. I spoke out loud and said "Kevin, what are you doing here standing in front of my door for?" Right after I said that, I turned on the bathroom light and there was nobody standing there..at all! I looked down to the other door by the hallway and it was shut! Nobody could have left the bathroom that fast and shut the door too without me hearing and knowing it.
I know it was Frank stopping by to say goodbye to me. He did so much work in that room and I feel it was his way of telling me he was okay. My husband and I had told him when he was sick to not be afraid of dying that he would be okay. He tried to believe us, but I know he was afraid of dying. This was Franks way of telling me everything would be alright. I have never seen anything like I did that night since his death. I know he went on to his wonderful second life. Nor, have I ever experienced anything like this in my life before. I never even thought about ghosts much or spirits, but what a great thing Frank did by stopping by to say his last goodbyes to one the me. He told my mother one time that I was once of his favorite people in his life and I truly believe I was.