He Wanted to Hug Him

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Easton, MA
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Sep 23 21:05:42 2009

One evening while busy changing my young sons diaper, he looked up to what looked to me like the corner of his window. He was giggling at it and smiling. In our family we believe that family members since passed will sometimes visit. We also believe that children are "see-ers" because their innocence has not been jaded by phony ghost stories and the like. So, I was saying to him in that motherly high pitched lovey tone "what are you laughing at?" "who's here to see you?". All he was doing was pointing to the corner of the window and saying "all-wet". So, of course, I would look there and see nothing.

So, I started thinking of who could be wet. This wasn't the first time he would "see" things so I imagined that maybe that he was seeing something he had talked about in the past. But then I remembered that my mom had recently told me that she was finally able to spread my father's ashes. It took her a while to finally let go of him. She had moved to FL before he had passed and she decided that their favorite spot was where she would release the ashes. That happened to be the harbor in Marathon FL. So, that quickly came to mind and it made sense that he would be "all wet".

So I dressed him in his pajamas and got him up from his changing table where he quickly walked out into the hallway and stopped in front of the bathroom. On the wall beside the door was a large portrait of my father. I then realized that it was the one year of the anniverary of his death. I said "oh, it's your Papa visiting you and scooped him up to kiss the picture. Then I kissed the picture and said "I miss you too!" I know it sounds crazy - believe me.

After that got me weepy, I called to my husband to tell him this weird story. My two older children came out intrigued and as they did this, the baby walked into the bathroom staring, pointing and giggling. He then turned and walked out into the hall but stopped at the entry and turned back around to look back into the bathroom. We all stood there looking at each other and then absolutely stared in disbelief as the baby made a hugging motion - to absolutely nothing. Then kissed the blank air and ran off giggling. He was 18 months at the time. I cannot imagine that he would make up or fake that he hugged or kissed someone. Being the anniversary of his death - I can only imagine that he wanted to see his last grandbaby again. The last time he held him he was only 6 moths old.

Of course, I cried. I called my siblings. Each had a similar experience but tailored to themselves. My brothers son won the Boy Scout Pinewood Derby that night - my dad was an Eagle Scout. My sister could only smell Hyacinth (her favorite) while she was at the grocery and when she went back to the front of the store to find them, they was only one bloomed in a pale yellow - his favorite color. I wish now I could recall what my other sister experienced as this was many years ago but I do remember he visited us all. It was very nice.