tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432615092204334311.post419426250461929486..comments2023-08-10T06:57:45.911-04:00Comments on Questioning my Intelligence: Ghost StoriesSusan Raihalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018860599601419989noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432615092204334311.post-84908324476916671742015-11-02T03:33:45.470-05:002015-11-02T03:33:45.470-05:00I feel like I am going to pour cold water on these...I feel like I am going to pour cold water on these feelings, so I will not explain these happenings in the comments. Susan, if you wish to know what is really happening, please email me. Interesting introduction you made though. All Christians believe in science, but not all Christians believe in the Bible...... Anne https://www.blogger.com/profile/14291931630009358907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432615092204334311.post-73928235725700020442015-11-01T06:57:54.780-05:002015-11-01T06:57:54.780-05:00Thanks for sharing these stories. I really like th...Thanks for sharing these stories. I really like the idea of one's deceased partner coming to hold your hand to let you know everything is and will be fine.Mariannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11340912234685352663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432615092204334311.post-13195558794651020292015-10-31T14:18:31.670-04:002015-10-31T14:18:31.670-04:00Oh, Karen! How wonderful that your Dad is still ar...Oh, Karen! How wonderful that your Dad is still around, even in such an ephemeral way as the smell of smoke. Susan Raihalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03018860599601419989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432615092204334311.post-31078847692546417142015-10-31T08:26:38.795-04:002015-10-31T08:26:38.795-04:00So many things happened to me after my Dad died. ...So many things happened to me after my Dad died. He had a big presence and a big personality to go with it. Still to this day, I will walk out of my bathroom and smell his cigarette smoke..he smoked a specific kind of cigarette and none of us smoke and the windows are closed when I smell it. My youngest can smell it plain as day and so can I but not my DH. I could tell you stories and how he is so ever present in my life. I like to think of him as my guardian angel...he watched over me in life and now from Heaven. Wish I could feel my mom's presence as strong. She was my best friend and I would do anything to just hold her hand one more time.<br />Have a great wknd and a Happy Halloween mf. We are looking forward to seeing all the little faces at our door tonight and enjoyed a fun party with my little kiddos the other day. They really bring magic to my life! Can't wait to be a Grandma someday.<br />Karen Dunbrookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11282324487256249657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4432615092204334311.post-56957834244036988562015-10-30T18:37:39.227-04:002015-10-30T18:37:39.227-04:00I'd be so spooked! But yeah, at least none of ...I'd be so spooked! But yeah, at least none of it was scary stuff. Well, maybe the knock on a sliding door without curtains ... Leslie Hannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13514397178022946975noreply@blogger.com