I think my father passed away too young at 45 and he had too much unfinished business. During the time he was sick with cancer, he was waiting for his home in Sacramento to be finished. He had bought 1 acre of land and was having the house built from scratch and it was to be a big roomy nice home for his family to move into. He had plans to retire in this home and raise his chickens. His best friend had bought the 1 acre next to him and was doing the same thing, building a house from scratch. Plus, he still had 2 sons that were not married yet, so he worried. He had set money aside for each of his children so that we could buy our own homes. He also then set more money on the side for his 2 sons who were not yet married. He was a responsible, good person who took his role as father seriously.
He worried too much about his family though, so I think he couldn't leave and didn't want to leave. So he stayed behind and watched over us. It wasn't to say he didn't get mad at us when we did something he didn't like. He did and when he did he would let us know. Majority of it was targeted towards my mother. But he did other things to let us know he was around.
Out of the blue one of my uncles called my mother and told her he had dreamed of my father. My father had told him to tell my mother to stop wearing her red lipstick because my father hated it. So as it turned out, my mother had been wearing her red lipstick, putting it on every morning. So she stopped.
This took place after my youngest brother had gotten married. His wife was home alone with my mother who was cooking in the kitchen. She was making curry noodles, her favorite, and my father's least favorite. My father had this thing about not liking my mother to cook smelly food because it would cause his clothes in their bedroom to stink. He is a very clean, neat person. The opposite of my mother.
So anyways, my sister-in-law (SIL) was sitting at the dining area watching my mother cooking at the stove. All of a sudden, they heard a bedroom door slam shut. BANG! Like someone was pissed off. My mother looked at my SIL and asked if my little brother was home yet from work. My SIL told her that he has not. So they just looked at each other and continued to stay in the kitchen.
Another uncle had a dream about my father and called my mother. The uncle told my mother that my father had hidden a stash of cash in a drawer. Sure enough, my mother opens the drawer to find a stash of cash inside one of my father's caps. Crazy, huh? So she gave it away to my brother who really took care of my father all the way to the end.
Then there was this one time I went back to visit my mother, youngest brother and his wife alone without my husband. I ended up sleeping on the sofa in the living room with the TV. It was the weekdays, so my mother was on her usual routine of waking up at 4:00 a.m. and leaving the house at 5:00 a.m. to go to work. I groggily remembered her putting money in my hand while I lay sleeping, saying bye, and closing the front door after her. I heard her close the front door, lock the top, and then slam the screen door closed.
So I'm still groggily and wanting to go back to sleep, but then I hear someone rinsing their mouth exactly the way my father does it and then the toilet flush. In this house, you can hear everything everyone does. I knew that my brother and his wife were asleep in their room. They never got up to use the bathroom in the hallway. So no one was in the hallway restroom. The only other restroom is in my mother's room. And there isn't suppose to be anyone there.
My heart started racing, but I told myself I can't run into my brother's room and ask if I can stay there like a little scared child. I told myself to tough it up and for god's sake, it's my father. I was not going to investigate though. No way! So I forced shut my eyes and eventually fell asleep. Woke up to my brother getting ready for work and my SIL was already up. I don't think my SIL was working at the time.
This story is probably the most violent. My father was pissed off at my mother. The home he had bought in the bay area had been paid off upon his death, so this was the house he wanted my mother to keep no matter what so that his children can always have a place to come back to if they needed it. Well, my mother sold the home after all the boys got married and moved out to Sacramento. By this time, my mother was re-married and living in the home with her new husband.
As soon as the deal was made in front of the house, the buyer paid out in cash, my mother and her husband went back inside the house to start packing. Her husband was in a separate part of the home when my mother fell and sprained her ankle. My mother claims she was taking a step down into the garage when she felt a gush of wind and a hard shove from behind. Not only that, her husband claims he heard a lot of hushed whispers at the same time she was pushed.
They were both frightened, so they ended up hiring two Mexican men to pack for them. They never, ever stepped back into the home after that incident.
I did call my mother, not knowing this had taken place nor that she had sold the home, to let her know that Dad had come into my dreams again. He had shown himself at the Sacramento home, standing in the kitchen, with white hair. The white hair had stood out in my dream. I don't know what it represents, stress? But my mother didn't say much to me. I didn't know at the time that she had moved into the Sacramento home already, so can you imagine her fear when I called her and told her this? LOL! I'm so evil.
Well, I'll get back to story telling as we call it.........mus t go to a wedding now.