Father’s Day from a distance
Most celebrations of Father’s Day between my father and me were somewhat muted. I would send him a card, and we usually had a phone call. I cannot recall the last time we met for Father’s Day in person.
My earliest memories are of my mom, dad, and older brother Mark living in a big house in Elgin, Illinois. I don’t have any pictures of the house, and the Google Street View is blurred
. My dad traveled a lot for work, so I spent a lot of time with my stay-at-home mom. During my recent visit back home, I asked my mom what she remembered about that house. She said it was haunted.
I don’t remember any specific experiences, but she recalled being in the family room watching T.V. and hearing the sounds of furniture and boxes moving in the attic. My dad didn’t believe her until he heard the sounds himself. He and Mark didn’t find anything upon investigation. My mom’s most frightening experience was in the basement while doing laundry. Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw an apparition resembling a Native American. She believes the house was built upon a burial site. She said Mark also has odd stories but won’t talk about them.
My parents divorced when I was seven, and my mom had sole custody of me. I was the only child between the two, but…
