Four years ago my father took his life. He had suffered years of turmoil due to a demon that firmly seeded in his body. My father was raised Catholic but swore off the church and its teachings many years ago after the death of his father. I could not tell him I saw a demon clinging to him, following him around... He would have known deep down that I was right but would have denied it upfront. He was a very bitter man, but he loved me, that much I knew, I was the only one who understood his pain and he would confide in me often.
Then he killed himself, and though I knew it was coming I also knew that it was something that had to happen. He had become very dangerous and threatened killing my mother's side of the family. I persuaded him not to do it and the following day they found him dead in his car with a gunshot wound to the skull. I do feel guilty that I knew and yet did nothing other than let him know that I loved him and that I forgive him for everything he has and will do. I felt that this helped him to go peacefully though, even if physically I couldn't do anything to help him.
His demon jumped to me for a time, but my guides really helped me to find the strength to 'defeat' it. It still follows me, I feel it there, but it has no power over me anymore. It's more of less stalking me, waiting for a chance to latch on. I'm learning how to keep that from happening.
My fathers death was four years ago, and he is still around, observing what I'm doing in my life and learning a lot. He's learning how to be a better father he says. And I see my life as living to honor him, so that he may learn. He's been around since he passed but I am very happy that he is coming into a place of peace, finally...