I was 15 and it was my first full time job, babysitting the neighbors kids. Theirs was about 3 houses up the street from where we lived, but the houses were spaced pretty far apart.
When 11:30 PM rolled around,
the little town of Eckhart was fast asleep...
*yawn*
...Well, all except for the ghosts and goblins and resurrected bodies pulling clanging chains that followed me while I dashed down Cemetery Road with haste
to get home safely.
One night I came out from my 8 hour shift, ready to beat the devil home, when I 'just happened' to run into Dad, who 'just happened' to be walking our German Shepherd, and he escorted me home.
No ghosts or goblins were there that night and all I felt was calm and safe while we walked home and talked
about our night.
Dad must have sensed my pre-midnight fears of walking home alone, because he began showing up more and more at that exact same time.
My gentle, quiet, hard working dad didn't need to say a word. He didn't have to say he loved me.
I already knew.
I MISS YOU DAD!
