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My
Daughter's Spirit
by John H.
Tuesday, March 13, 2001: My daughter lives with her fiancé. She comes over to the house for no particular reason. While she’s visiting she gives me a big and tells me she loves me. Similar to if she was taking a long trip. This was very unusual because my daughter very seldom did this, very out of character for her.
Thursday, March 15, 2001: I just get to the office and I get the call. Diana was in an accident and I need to get to the hospital ASAP. My wife stops by the office and we drive to Macon, about 20 miles from us. On the way to the hospital I have a vision of something coming through the windshield and striking me in the head. It’s at this moment I realized Diana was dead. Upon arrival to the hospital our worst fears are realized. Diana was DOA and her baby was removed surgically at the hospital. The baby had to be placed on life support because she was without oxygen for too long. Prognosis for her was grim. Diana was due to give birth in a week. While at the hospital we learned the grim details of her death. While riding to work with her future mother-in-law, a passing 18 wheeler was passing them from the opposite direction. It seems one of the cargo locking devices came loose from the trailer, fell to the road where it was picked up by the rear tire and thrown into the air where it crashed through the windshield of the 95 Taurus, hit the dash and ricocheted up and struck my daughter in the head crushing 1/3 of her skull. She died in her future mother-in-laws arms. The ambulance didn’t arrive at the scene for about 20 minutes due to the location. It happened right as they passed over the county line so they were at the fringe for Macon’s responsibility but only five minutes from the nearest hospital.
Friday, March 16, 2001: Diana’s son, Sydney, is in our custody now. He’s wondering where his mother is and all I can do is look at him and cry. Thankfully he is only two years old so I figure in a few years he will forget about his mother. I’m trying to feed him and while I was sitting at the table trying to get him to eat he stops what he’s doing and looks at me, similar to the way a fish would look at you through the glass of an aquarium. Then the strangest thing happens, Sydney’s face changes into what appears to be the face of my daughter. It actually morphed before my very eyes. She looked at with wide eyes as if to say, “I’m okay, daddy. See, it’s me Diana!” This experience lasted about five seconds and then his face changed back and he went back to eating his food. I just completely freaked out and broke down into tears for about an hour.
Saturday, March 17, 2001: We buried Diana this day. Later in the day after everything settled down a bit, my wife was sitting at the kitchen table crying like I’ve never heard anyone cry. I noticed a noise in the laundry room directly behind her that sounded like a “tap….tap….tap”. I opened the laundry room door and I couldn’t believe my eyes. On the top shelf was a plant sprayer like the type that you hook up to the garden hose. It was dripping water at the rate of about a drop a second. What made this strange was that we haven’t used it for several weeks and when I pulled it off the shelf and opened it, it was completely dry inside. Also, in order for water to drip out it would have to travel up an incline that was 45 degrees from level.
About two months after my daughter’s death, a dried flower arrangement that was on the wall in the bathroom started to drip what appeared to be blood for about 24 hours. The arrangement was put together by my daughter shortly before her death. I couldn’t determine where the “blood” was coming from. It seemed to ooze from all over. This incident really upset us more than anything because we felt there was a message there but we weren’t sure what it meant. My daughter really enjoyed arts and crafts and was accepted to Savannah College of Art and Design two months previous to her accident.
Anyway, I feel when people die; their spirit might linger around until they feel it’s okay to proceed to the next plane. Even if it’s just to make sure that their loved ones have somewhat recovered from the ordeal of their death.
As a side note, Diana’s fiancé said sometimes when he was thinking of her, he could smell her perfume as though she was standing next to him.
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