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In Loving Memory of

Genaro - "Jerry" Yorio

9/3/39 - 7/26/13

Sparrowbush, New York

Ghost / Dream Communication

Dream communication is a phenomenon where a spirit can manifest itself within one's dreams to communicate. These events usually occur when the spirit attempts to notify the living of their death.

A Phantom may refer to: A Ghost , in traditional belief, a physical manifestation of the soul or spirit of a deceased person.

Although I was not close to my father, I believe he was an extraordinary man. He was well liked by his coworkers and they said he was a nice man with a good sense of humor. I only got to see this side of him later on in my life because he wasn't really there for me while I was growing up. He was a strict, Italian born in Bronx. He had two brothers and a sister and from what I gather the black sheep of the family. He was a partier growing up. He smoked, he drank, and he did drugs. Everything I vowed never to do. He was also hard working, he had a good work ethic, he was smart, and a creative photographer. He smoked and struggled with alcoholism for years. He finally quit drinking and smoking later on in his wife. He retired and still went back to work just to keep busy.

I thought he was too strict with me but looking back I am glad the way I was raised because it made me the person I am today. I now realize why he said or did the things he did. Of course, I didn't know it at the time.

He commuted to NYC by driving to the train, then riding on the subways, and then he walked a few blocks just to get to work. The commute was two hours one way. So that was traveling about four hours a day just to support his family. He kept moving my brother and I further from the city into the country, so we would have a better life. He couldn't afford to live in the city with us and didn't want us to be brought up in a bad environment.

NYC seems exciting, glamorous, and the best place to be. However, from my experience it is dusty, expensive, crowded and dangerous.

There are also a lot of good things the city has to offer. The theatres, concert venues, museums, art galleries, world class restaurants and shopping.

Since I was traveling there in my teens and 20's. I didn't have a lot of money so I didn't see the nicer side of the city. I hung out at CBGB's, seedy bars, and the techno bars such as the Limelight, The Tunnel, Webster Hall, and Twilo.

I also frequented small goth bars and dives like the "Bat Cave" and "The Pyramid".

Later on, I branched out and went to party at clubs with my friends in Boston, Connecticut, and Philadelphia.

Believe it or not I stayed away from drugs and alcohol. Since I grew up in a small town I wanted to be around people, music, and dancing. I loved music and dancing, and I just wanted to have fun.

Today, now in my forties, I am the opposite. I don't like crowds, I don't dance but I still love music. I'd rather be home reading, writing, watching TV. and playing with my dogs instead of going out. I do miss the old days but I am happy I at least got to experience a lot of things growing up.

My father passed away on July 2013, quietly at home in his favorite chair watching television. It seems to me that this was a peaceful way to go.

I was driving home from work when I received the news from my stepmother, Beverly. I was in shock. I knew my father had some medical problems but I didn't know how bad it was. The last time I spoke to him he seemed fine, just the usual shortness of breath. I didn't realize COPD was such a serious condition.

At least he died quick and peaceful. My father did have a soft spot for his St. Bernard, Rocco. His dog, Rocco passed away about a year later after my Dad.

I envision my father, Rocco, and my beloved dog, Kiki all together sharing the same cloud in heaven.

As I grew older I realized I was a lot like my dad and we had things in common like the supernatural, and our love for animal and photography. I decided to combine the supernatural with photography when I was in my 30's. This was the beginning of my ghost hunting investigations. I started traveling a lot to haunted locations and photographing them. This is how my passion for spirit photography began.

I remember I found some of my father's books when I was a teenager. He had books on black magic, witchcraft, possession and exorcism. He even had a copy of Anton Levy's Satanic Bible.

I also remember my best friend Virginia and I read out loud from these books trying to conjour up demons in our art class in high school. I also experimented with the Ouija board often playing it alone. If I knew back then what I know now, I would have never done that. There have been too many negative things that are connected with these items.What I thought was harmless might actually cause spirit attachment, negative energy, and possibly a haunting. Since I had such a rough childhood, I wondered if by reading the dark arts books and playing with the Ouija board I brought negative energy and bad luck into my life at an early age. I wondered if my father did the same thing and that is why he was so unhappy and negative most of his life. When I realized the possible danger of what I was doing, I got rid of the books. My life began to steadily improve.

It wasn't until I was in my thirties that I took a different approach to the supernatural. I was searching for ghosts and anything paranormal but I wanted to prove the existence of ghosts by capturing EVPS, EMF readings, temperature fluctuations, and photographic evidence. I also began to realize I was intuitive and I could sense the presence of a spirit when it was nearby. I started documenting my own personal experiences as they happened at the haunted locations that I visited.

I was deeply affected by my father's death, and I still think about him often and cry. I was unable to go home to his funeral because I had my own health issues, and I couldn't fly. I live in New Mexico and my Dad lived in New York. I was devastated. It is still bothering me a few years later that I wasn't able to attend the funeral.

A few days after my dad passed away I envisioned him dancing in heaven with my mother. Then in June, I had a dream about him. He was standing, naked, next to my stepmother, outside the front door on the porch. She kept talking to me; obviously she couldn't see him only I could. He was trying to talk to me but I couldn't hear what he was saying, I only saw his mouth moving. I looked up the meaning of "naked father in a dream", and it said it meant he was happy in the afterlife. I believe he is re-united with my mother, my dog Kiki, and his dog Rocco.

About 6 days later, after my father passed away, I was talking to my friend and joking around telling her that my father's side of the family are all short. Then the fan that was next to me which was a tall standing fan collapsed and the pole went down and became at least 6 inches shorter then what it was originally. I believe this was a sign from him. Either his spirit was there or he was listening and trying to play a joke on me so I knew he was there. My friend looked at me and said the same thing that I was thinking. Then I made a doctor's appointment, which I rarely go and the only available day was on his birthday. I thought that was a good, encouraging sign from him not to be afraid. I have a hard time going to the doctor's office for fear of bad news regarding my health. So I always get anxious and my blood pressure goes up. It's already high so that's not good.

Then on a different day I happen to be checking out my first book on line looking to see if it was still available, when all of a sudden my fathers' obituary came up on the screen. So I started reading it and I started thinking about him and the past. It was from a website in New York that I had searched over a year ago but somehow it just popped up. I know sometimes these things could happen with recently searched or saved items but I hadn't looked at it since the previous year and forgot I even had it. I believed it was another sign or message from my father just saying hi and not to get discouraged with my continuing writing, traveling, and ghost hunting. I cut down tremendously after I got sick and my father passed away. I almost didn't want to do it anymore. I have been ghost hunting for fifteen years. I could remember him saying he was proud of me and to never give up. Don't listen to negative people and do what makes you happy. That's when I thought, ok I can finish this book and when I do I will dedicate it to him and our dogs that passed away.