I had no idea on how hard this story would be to put out there. This happened almost 3 years ago. So it's still relatively fresh.
He died at home with me, my mom and my sister right there with him. I watched him everyday for 5 weeks. My sister and I would switch every other night staying with my mom and dad.
I would talk with him, even when he seemed like he was really out there. He would talk to people, make gestures with his hands. I remember one day, he called for me and my son to come over. We had to make the sign of the cross. He was psychic, he knew things, had precognitive dreams and saw spirits and talked to them. So I believe that he was seeing these people, even though we could not see or hear them. I felt presences there all the time. One time, as he was telling me, I could see a woman on the other side of a river, she was dressed in black and you could clearly see that she was waiting for someone. I believe now that it could have been one of my aunts.
One time, my dad had me and my sister hold up a broom. He said to hold it there, we couldn't move it or the water would come in and take him. I am wondering what is all of this about water. I mean the river, a beach where my uncle waited for him, and now this. Is this some kind of cleansing or something? Maybe someone can explain this to me. The morning of his death, I went to him and told him that we would be okay, that I was fine with his going on. I wanted him to go, so he didn't have to suffer anymore. I walked away, the song that was sent to me was by George Strait, the song goes something like I'll see you on the other side, my friend. That was something, every time that I would ask God if this is His will. The next song that would come on the radio was When I Get Where I'm Going by Brad Paisley.
I knew for a long time that he was going to be going soon, I just didn't have a date or time. I started getting closer to my dad about 5 years before he died. I didn't know it at the time, but I think my inner self knew and pushed me into getting to spend the time with my dad. And my son got to know his grandpa. That's something that he will remember. My son still sees his grandpa from time to time, and he knows not to be afraid. He knows that his grandpa is checking up on him. I saw my dad, the morning of his funeral. He was standing in the door of my bedroom. I woke up just in time to see him. The message I received from him was, I was just letting you know that I'm okay and I'm checking on you. I was okay. I did most of my grieving before he even died. Someone even said that at the funeral, they saw a white mist over the congregation while we were expressing uplifting and humorous things about Dad. I know that he was there, I could feel him everywhere. I still feel him at his house, it's not like it used to be, but he's still there. I thank you for letting me post this story here, this is like a little bit of a release for me. He has appeared to me in dreams. I asked him aloud one day, what exactly happened for this to happen like it did. That night, he showed me his operation that he had, what went wrong. It was doctor poor judgment and there was nothing that we could do about it. I told my mom to get his medical records and I went over them. What he showed me was right. We contacted a lawyer, and he was right again, nothing could be done. He has sent messages for my mom through me. My sister doesn't want me telling my mom the messages. She says they upset my mom too much. But she believes that I see, hear, and dream him.