Why we moved to Costa Rica, Part 2: My father’s ghost.

Some background: Robert, the previous owner of our house in Arizona, drowned in the pool. Not an issue for me, I was atheist, I'm not afraid there's like...a ghost, right?

But as my mind is opening to possibilities I start to see things that had happened in the house in a new light.

Like the time a beautiful white dove burst out of our the pool filter and swam gently in the pool with us.

And now that strange, eerie feeling I get in our nursery. That room had been their 2 year old son's. One day I asked our nanny about the odd energy in the room. The look I got She felt it too.

It culminated one night when I was up late in the nursery with Ozzy. The strangest sensation came over my body - freezing cold, electric on my tongue, yet somehow prickly hot in my veins. l was calm, and still considering that I was imagining things, I said out loud:

"Ok Robert, I know you're here now. I'll help you cross over."

The sensation passed immediately, and I laid there thinking: now I'm wrestling with the idea of God AND ghosts?? (Spoiler alert: Robert did not need my help crossing over But he did stick around, so more on him later.)

Needless to say this seismic shift in my belief system is causing me some...discomfort. I'm starting to worry, am I on my way to the psych ward? And I don't feel like I can talk to anyone about it because I know how crazy it sounds.

One night after putting the boys to bed, sitting at the kitchen table, head in hands, I called out for help.

"God, if you're real and you can hear me can you please give me a sign?" My dad passed away in 2009, and I asked

"Dad, if you can hear me, please come help."

At that exact moment, three of the five lightbulbs in the fixture above my head burned out with a loud POP, the power in our kitchen surged and came back, and I looked across the table and saw a figure.

The silhouette of energy, wavy like asphalt on a hot day. I felt an incredible peace and joy, and I knew it was my dad.

And I know it sounds crazy, but I asked him to have a seat. And he did.

Continued in Part 3.