My Dad (1)

Hi I would like to share with you what happened to me when my father passed away.

The week before he died I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen, but I couldn't figure out what it could be. A few things happened, like I wrecked my car on the Monday before. We had him a surprised birthday party on August 24. He would have been 60 years old on August 28. The party went very well, we took pictures and it was just the family; my 3 brothers and their families, my sister and hers, my family, my mom and dad. I went home about 8:00 that night and I had a cousin and her boyfriend spending the night. like I said I could not get rid of that feeling. Well, we were playing cards at my kitchen table and we heard a noise on my front porch we walked out and there was a strange dog standing there. It wouldn't leave me alone and kept rubbing up against me and whining like it was trying to tell me something, but I took it as the dog being hungry. So I went into my house and got him something to eat and fed him, then we walked back in and I didn't think much more about it.

We all went to bed about 2:00 that morning and about 25 minutes after 7:00 I saw my sister looking in my bedroom window knocking on it, well I knew something was wrong and I jumped out of bed and when I got to the door I put my hand on the door knob and as soon as I did that the bad feeling went away and I knew that my dad had died. I opened the door and looked at her and asked "is he he dead?" and she answered "yes"

. That dog was not a dog that I had ever seen before around my house, plus my dogs didn't let strange dogs at our house. The strange this is that they didn't bother this one, I feel that that dog was there to warn me, but I just didn't see it and I've never ever seen that dog again.

A few months after my dad died I was in bed you know how you are half asleep and half awake well thats how I was, I heard a noise like a bird flying around my ears and felt the wind from it. A few minutes later I heard my dad say my first and middle name (like he did when I was young and I was in trouble for something or he was scared about something), but anyway I sat straight up in bed scared out of my mind and looked at my closet door and I knew he was there, but I just didn't see him. I was breathing very hard like I had stopped breathing or something and just remembered to breathe again. I eventually went back to sleep after about 15 minutes of calming down.

That next night I was watching a special on TV about adults dying in their sleep because they had forgotten to breath. Honestly I feel like that is what happen to me and my dad was there and yelled at me to wake me up to breath again.

My dad was my world and he spoiled me rotten and I feel to this day that he is here looking over me and my family.

Its been almost 10 yrs since this has happen to me, but I thank him everyday for being there for me on that night.