Hi! I'm 13. About six months ago, my best friend's father died in an explosion where he worked. The night after the day I found out he had died, I was lying on my side in bed sobbing really, really hard. I had been crying for about fifteen minutes, when all of a sudden something happened. I felt someone's hand on my back. I actually sat up, and looked to see if anyone was there, but I couldn't see anyone. I'm not going to say that no one was there, because I don't think that's right. But I couldn't see anyone. I lay back down. I could sort of sense that it my friend's father. And I felt a little better. I was still more sad then I had ever, ever felt in my entire life. But I sort of knew that he was okay. Wherever he was, he was going to be okay.
I cried myself to sleep almost every night for about two weeks. And for those two weeks, the same thing would happen. My friend's father would "tell" me he was okay.
One night, I was sitting up in bed, with my knees drawn up to my chest, and my head on my knees, crying. And then, it felt like someone was sitting on the bed. You know how the bed kind of goes down when someone sits on it? And he put his arm around my shoulders. I, who had been thinking in the back of my mind that I was probably imagining this, thought, "This has got to be my imagination.", and, almost to prove it to myself, I started to lie down. Well, it felt like I was going through something when I lay down, something a little heavier then the air. I sat back up, convinced that it wasn't my imagination. I somehow knew that this would be the last time my friend's father would ever come back. Even after I was done crying, I sill sat there, not wanting him to go. After maybe half an hour, he left. I felt someone get up off the bed. I lay down and started crying again. And this is the "strange" part. Although my hair was tightly braided, it felt like someone was running their fingers through my hair. That lasted for about two minutes, and then he was gone.
That night, I dreamed that he went up to Heaven.