Hi my name is Meg and I'm 19 from Ontario Canada. My father took his own life in November 2002. When relatives brought me home from work that night I didn't want to believe that he would actually even contemplate suicide. Eventually I accepted that that was his decision, not mine, even though his decision hurt so many people.
After his death I was always afraid he thought I was mad at him, or didn't know how much I loved him because we had a fight the day before he took his own life.
One night in April I suddenly awoke, and it felt like a dream but it wasn't. I couldn't move but I saw my dad's face, and he was smiling at me, I was afraid at first, then I felt calm and I wanted so bad to say " I love you!" but I couldn't speak, then suddenly I could move my arms and I did the Austin Powers thing where you point to your eye, then your heart then at the person to say "I love you" and I just kept doing that then suddenly it felt like I woke up, but my arm was still up and I was sort of sitting up in bed.
After this I have been alright about losing my father, I know I'll meet up with him again one day, and I know you hear this a lot but I think he just wanted to let me know that he's O.K and I'm glad he gave me one last opportunity to tell him that I love him.