Okay let’s kick this thread off. It doesn’t have to be a ghost story or even a brush with the supernatural; maybe it’s just something that made your hair stand on end....I prefer to think of my encounter as being with more of a “spirit” than a ghost.
My story is very personal to me and I swear it is 100% the truth. My dad passed away about 5 months after doctors discovered cancer. My son was 17 months old at the time of his passing. In happier times before dad got sick we all would always try to get my son to call him Papaw but he was too shy and would never say it. Ever. Well after Dad passed we headed to West Liberty for the funeral but first dropped off my son at my wife’s parents’ in Lexington. After the service we headed back to Lexington for the interment at Calvary Cemetary then went to the in-laws and picked my son back up and drove back to Louisville, arriving around 6:30 in the evening. The boy wanted to watch a Pooh video or something so I turned on the basement tv and prepared to pop in the video when he turned toward the corner of the room—there was nothing there but a table with a lamp—and did the little kid’s wave bye bye with the palm up and said “Papaw”. I couldn’t see what he saw. But I know as sure as I’m sitting here my dad had somehow come to say goodbye to his littlest grandchild. I’ve never doubted anything since that moment and have no fear of what comes after death. It’s not the end.
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