I'm not sure whether I should be putting this here, but when I was 12, I woke up at 2.27am on the 31.12.1998. What had awoken me was the feeling of someone sitting down on the end of my bed. When I looked, I saw my dad, who had been in hospital for a few weeks seriously ill with pneumonia. I asked him why he wasn't in the hospital, and he just said that he wasn't in pain anymore. He then asked me to tell my brother and sister he was ok, and that he loved all of us, and my mum. I asked why he didn't do it himself, because my sister was in the bed below me, and the others were down the hall. He just said that no one else could see him. Then he walked out of the room and disappeared.
My mum came in not long after and asked who I was talking to, and I said dad. She said I must have been dreaming because he was in hospital. At about 10am that morning, we received a phone call from my nan saying he had died at 2.27am. That isn't the only experience I have had, but it is the first. I'm glad he came to say goodbye to me.
My parent's split up when I was 5, and to this day, the biggest regret I have is not saying goodbye and that I love him the day before he died. I was in too much of a rush to get to my horse riding lesson and figured I would see him the following day.
I was wondering if there is anyone out there who could help me find out if he was upset with me, or if he is ok. I'd love to find a way to know if he is watching over us. Any comments are welcome.
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