Your reply was rather long, so I’ve snipped it, and kept what seems to me to be the central bits viz. that my father’s apparition was a plead, and that the core of it was an issue of forgiveness.
All right. During the conversation, part of it went like this - “Son, you’ve got to forgive me!”
I snarled back, “You treated me like dirt for twenty years, and now you want forgiveness!!?”
He replied, with a look of anguish, “**Son, it’s not for me. It’s too late for me. It’s for you. ** If you don’t you’ll destroy yourself!”
There are a couple of issues here. The first is that he was pleading for forgiveness, but it was not for him. ** In his own words, “It was too late for (him)”. **
Now I’ll admit I struggle with forgiving him, because he had a deliberate policy for 20 years to destroy my confidence.
And I still remember the scream at the very end. If anything, he seemed to be brought even closer so that I would get the full message. I was an atheist myself at the time (in case anybody thinks I was having a quasi Christian thought projection), and not living a particularly good life in some ways.
So I’ll accept your thoughts about it being a plead for forgiveness, but at the same time I make no bones about the sheer terror of his final scream. He could see something coming, and it terrified him to the core.
Sorry, but that’s what happened. I still remember the way something woke me up with a shake on the back since I often sleep face down, the way I turned over, the way he materialised near the bedroom door with a look of surprise on his face, the way he mainly hung around the foot of the bed, the way I could both see him, but also through him if I chose, even to the point of seeing the old sagging bookcase behind him. At one time he was right over me, when I’d tried to accuse him of something that was really my own decision. His eyes were like black pits, and he shouted, “Don’t blame me for that! That was **YOUR **decision!” Then he temporarily disappeared, and when I recovered, he was back at the foot of the bed, looking very discouraged. That was pretty close to the end.
Just before he screamed, he turned to my left, his right, and he could see something coming. Then he screamed in sheer terror, and simply disappeared.
And that was it. I’ll admit I have to work on this issue of forgiveness. As my old pastor commented, “I think the reason you find it so hard to forgive him is that he did it deliberately.” But make no bones about judgement. It’s there all right.