i know who my ghost is now

a ghost lives in my house.
http://inmydreamsicanwrite.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-have-death-you-have-ghosts.html
well, two actually. i know i have mentioned them before, but i could not figure out who the one gentleman was, but now i think i know who he is. a friend of mine has come to live in the house while i go to california. of course i told her about my ghost friends, so she would not be afraid when one "showed" up. and her first night here, he did. she went to bed before i did, as she has had a rough few days, so was exhausted. i was sitting here at the trusty ol' computer, when i heard her yelling out, "tommie, tommie, help me!" i ran to check on her, and she was fast asleep, or so it seemed. when i turned on the light, she stirred a bit and told me she was having sleep paralysis, then she returned to sleep. about half an hour later, i hear her again. "tommie, help me! tommie!" so i run into her room again, and she tells me this time, "someone climbed into bed with me, and tickled my tummy. he crawled right across the foot of my bed and behind me, then tickled me! i know i sound crazy, but that is what happened!"truthfully, i thought maybe it was the meds she took to help her sleep, and the power of suggestion by my telling her of my ghosts, but today i realized something.my father has passed away too many years ago to count. when i do something new, he always shows up. he takes care of me, even after death. his sign that he is here is usually the plastic tips of those muriel cigars or canadian pennies. sometimes, but rarely, you can smell old spice after shave. he used to always give me canadian coins when i was a child and he smoked the cigars for years before his death, because the doctor told him to quit smoking cigarettes. i think that is why he chooses to leave those items behind, as i do remember him by them. when i was in florida a hundred years ago, my ex and the family were preparing to come back to illinois. we were packing the vehicles, walking all around them, tying ropes, etc. right next to a tree at the back end of the station wagon, were several cigar tips. when i moved into a house back in illinois, his ghost brushed me as he walked past. he checked every house i moved into after that. when mom passed, daddy actually showed himself to me. he was sitting on my sofa when i came from the bedroom. over the years, i have accepted that he will be there. he is my protector. now, why do i think this ghost that climbed into bed with my friend was daddy? well, daddy was a womanizer, and my friend looks like one of my dad's lady friends from the past. my ghost never went into my bedroom. or that of my daughter. my ghost has not been hanging around lately, and i think that is because i have been fairly well happy, so "daddy" would not need to be here. but now there is a change in my life, and my ghost is back. i texted my friend this morning and let her know of my discovery. i have mom and daddy's ashes in my living room. i called my daughter mykal and to let her know grampapoppy and grandma would be coming to live with her. i really don't think that is necessary, as daddy will go to california with me, but it will make my friend feel better.