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Father's Day with My Dad,
"St. Pompeii"


I fell asleep in the living room, and in a moment, to the left, appeared my Dad, whose name was "Pompeii" and whom I now lovingly refer to as "St. Pompeii."

I was either half-asleep or half-awake, and I tried to scream out the word, "Daaadddd," but my mouth moved in slow motion (which it rarely does in a full-waking state). My Dad, who looked great, around 48-ish (he died when he was 83), started walking towards the hallway and into my office.

He sat down to the left of the computer, and he started talking. But I couldn't hear him. I asked him to speak up, but I still had trouble hearing what he had to say. Only a few things were clear. One of them was a compliment on my new computer. "Nice computer," he said. I'm a writer, and he clearly knows how much the computer means to my work and to me. So he was definitely tugging at my heart.

Because I'd been worried about my aged mother, I plain just came out and asked him: "Dad? Can I ask about, Mom. What's going to happen to her?"

"Not yet," he said. "Not yet."

Now I don't know if he meant: "You can't yet ask about Mom because I can't yet give you an answer." Or: "She isn't yet meant to pass into a spirit for a while." I think he meant the first, that he couldn't yet answer, because Mom is relatively healthy, given her age.

My Dad then arose from the chair, walked to me and hugged me. And I felt this incredible warmth...it was REAL. I felt his embrace and physical "heat" coming from his body, which was solid and not transparent (like in the movies).

Just before he hugged me, however, he said something like, "Oh, you have such a glow about you." And he meant that literally. He was saying I had a "light" around my physical form. My "aura," apparently, was quite bright.

I was a little shocked to hear that. Me? I have a "glow"? I mean, he was the one "in spirit," and he's tell ME that I have a glow about me. Either way, it was an awesome feeling of comfort, as I am, like way too many of the rest of us, so hard on myself.

Dad then pulled away and started walking back into the living room and out the door. But once he left my apartment, my building appeared to my eyes to be some other building. It had a courtyard, and I saw other residents I did not recognize walking in and out of the courtyard.

There were two women specifically which I remember. Pretty ladies. One was visiting the other upstairs in the apartment above me.

I then noticed a security guard. He was watching me as I was watching my father walk away. Then I couldn't see my father anymore. It's not like he vanished into thin air, I just couldn't see him anymore. And the security guard said, "What's wrong? Who you looking for? The old man?"

And I thought, "But my father doesn't look old."

Then I woke up and realized it was the day after Father's Day, and I had actually seen and spoken with my Dad, "St. Pompeii."

I will always remember his encouraging mention of my "glow" and then that loving hug...that father's hug, which every child, every son, longs for.

Herbie J. Pilato




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