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state. He told me that Daddy was so unnerved by the incident that he didn't want to talk with me, but he did want to tell someone. He described the man in detail to my brother.
What he described was funny to me because the man he had seen had been showing himself to me quite often in the few weeks before my father came to visit.
He wore overalls with a plaid shirt, and when he was alive he was a large man - tall and stout, but not fat. There was only one problem, and this is what really got to my father: The ghost had no head. Other than that, he was quite neatly dressed and looked perfectly normal.
There was no reason for this man to be visiting our house other than that he knew we welcomed him and could see him. Others were welcomed in our home as well.
Ghosts do have a sense of humor. My guides show it to me quite frequently.
Daddy didn't think it was funny, though. He didn't tell my stepmother he thought she was a man with no head. The comparison might have upset her quite a bit.
Another ghostly communication that my father participated in at our house involved Claude's uncle. Knowing that he was welcomed in our house, he came and went as he wished. He could always call our house his home.
Daddy and I had a habit of getting up earlier than the others in the house and drinking coffee together and talking. This was something I always appreciated because I didn't get to see my father often, and we got those moments to ourselves before the rest of the house awakened.
While drinking coffee, Daddy told me that he had rid the house of a ghost the night before. He said he had told the ghost to leave and was astonished when the ghost retorted that it was cold outside. But Daddy said, "I told him to leave anyway."
I asked my father if the ghost was wearing tan pants and a hat, and he said he was.
"Daddy," I explained, "you asked Claude's uncle to leave. Now let me tell you who you thought you threw out of our house.
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