Frank, My Dad in this lifetime
("My Guardian Angel" still present in my life --
and as loving and caring as always)
Submitted by Nancy M. Potts
This is a true story about my Dad, Frank. I very much believe in angels and am positive at least one angel, Frank, is near me at all times.
I am the younger of two children with my brother seven-and-one-half older than I. My mother actually raised us both because my Dad's job took him away from home for five days and nights every week. Due to his job, I only got to see Dad on weekends. Mother always told me I was Dad's favorite. That may be so, but I never really got that impression at the time. Preferring to be with him, I always accompanied him when he went fishing and during the times he did woodworking in the basement of our home. My brother was never very fond of these activities and so was not as involved during these times.
I was married in 1950. My Dad died in 1968 and Mother passed in 1969. I do not remember how long after Dad had "died" this happened but I would say it was at least six months. I woke up in the night next to my husband and it was freezing cold in the room. I sat up in bed and standing in my closet doorway was what I would characterize as a ghost. It scared me half silly because I could not recognize who it was but the chilled air was certainly not to be denied. I said "Go Away" to the apparition and it did. Never before then or since has anything even remotely similar happened.
My husband and I had moved to Schodack Landing, New York (USA) in 1964. At the time our daughter/first born entered Kindergarten, she met a new friend who asked Amy to come to her house and stay overnight. I insisted this friend's mother call me to verify this was an okay invitation. The friend's mother did and that was the last I thought about the entire matter.
After the overnighter, the phone rang and this same woman was calling to ask if I knew that her son and my son were born in the same hospital on the same day of the same year. Of course, I did not know that. This synchronicity cemented a friendship which has lasted over the years.
This woman (I'll call her Shirley) loved to "read (Tarot) cards" and "use" the Ouija board.
To make a long-story short: My parents had left their property in Florida to me. Each year my husband, children and I went down for a week or two during Spring school break. Shortly after coming back one year my friend Shirley got out the Ouija board and we proceeded. This time that pointer took off. It kept saying "Go to Florida...damage"! I asked "it" who we were talking to and the pointer quickly spelled out "Frank". He kept repeating the same message and I kept telling him he was nuts. After all, I had just come home from Florida. Everything was fine.
A few days after my argument with my "deceased father", a neighbor to the Florida property called to let me know some kids had gotten into the property. It seemed they had be selling drugs, etc. An acquaintance of mine in Florida inspected the property, finding the damage was extensive. It cost us quite a sum to restore the property from the "visitors" who had moved themselves in.
Things quieted down after that. Then one day Shirley brought out the Ouija board again. This time I remember it was the early 1970's. "Frank" insisted at this time that I listen to him and told us not to drill for water. His reason? "Black water", he repeatedly insisted. We had no idea what that was all about. In fact, ignoring his telling me about the damage to the Florida property, I forgot all about this latest advice. The absurdity to this message was only compounded by the fact my husband and I had no intention of drilling for water as we had a reliable source from the cistern being fed by the nearby country creek.
My husband died in 1992. A while after that time, I decided to drill a well for the house water supply. The dowsing was complete to locate the best source. The well was drilled by a local well driller. When the water flowed, to our amazement, it was black. The Black water!!!! which Frank had warned me about via Shirley's Ouija board back in the early 1970's. We ran the pump for the well for extended periods thinking the water would clear. When my grown daughter moved out of the house with her husband and two children in this century, it still had not cleared.
For many years now I have depended on Frank to find me a car parking space. Where and whenever I may go, there is always a space right near the entrance .... and I always say "Thank you, Frank" When he was alive he never had to search for parking spaces ..... there was always one right where he needed to go, and I credit him with making my life a little easier with this talent.
Having moved from Schodack Landing to Valatie, New York after my husband transitioned to the other realm, I always knew right where to find Frank when I needed to talk to him, seeking his advice although not always following it. He used to sit on top of my computer in that residence. I still argued with him when what he told me was not what I believed or what I wanted to hear. However, I knew he would always be available when I needed him.
Frank, my guardian angel!!!!!
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