Well as the title states, this occurred on the worst day of my life. It was the day they found my dad dead. Evidently he had been dead for 3 days or so and he was still on the floor of his small studio apartment type room on 40 acres of property we owned in Malibu.
I remember that horrible scarred feeling as we drove up the dusty road towards the ranch, towards my dads body. And it didn't really hit me till my brother saw him on the floor, and forbade me to enter. I'll get to the point of the experience, so I don't bore you with the grotesque details of how he had ants on him, and blood all over the floor, and how the stench was so awful.
He had many miniature roses, and fruit trees on his front porch, and in between the torrent outburst of crying episodes , I noticed how the plants were all so dry, and I felt sad for them. I wanted to water them but, there was no water. The well had dried up long ago,and he had to buy bottled water. But somehow water began to come from the hose. I believe my dads spirit was still there, I don't know where the water came from, but it did flow, for about 1/2 an hour. And for some reason I felt very comforted after that. that night I had a dream that there was a knock on our door (parents were divorced) and when I opened it, he was standing there, and he wasn't dead. That was the only time I woke up crying in the middle of the night , and the last time I saw my dad. But whenever I feel sad, I talk to my dad, and I swear to god I feel at peace.