My dad passed away in 2003. About 5 months later I’m in bed sleeping, it’s around 2am. I was suddenly woken up by absolutely insane wind ... my hair is whipping around my face, the curtains are blowing, papers from on my desk are flying everywhere. Gasping for breath (I have asthma and struggle to breath in strong wind), I climb out of bed thinking the window must have somehow opened. It’s not. It’s closed and locked. Door is closed. There is no explanation for the wind. And then I just knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was my dad, which is odd because I do not believe in ghosts. I screamed out “Daddy, stop! You’re scaring me!” And the wind instantly stopped. My room was quiet and still again. I sat on my bed and cried for a few minutes and then went back to sleep. The next morning I woke up and my room was a mess, papers everywhere and curtains in disarray. And then I realized that it was the first Father’s Day since my dad died. I still have no logical explanation for what happened. I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits, but the memory of that night is still so vivid that it makes me question my sanity every time I think about it.