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Signs From My Dad

When my father turned 80, I knew deep in my heart that it would be his last birthday celebration. That day was June 26, 2013. I wish I could say I was wrong but I was more right than I have ever been. I received a strong feeling throughout the day. Remembering his words, confirmed this would be his last Birthday. He had a simple birthday celebration with only immediate family present. We created a lot of laughter and humor on this very special day.

Throughout the next year, I would receive “last” messages; that this would be his last Christmas and his last Easter. I kept thinking to myself, “No way!” I was able to record conversations with my Dad and ask him about our family history, conversations I should have had with him many years earlier. Somehow I knew it was the time to ask him.

A few weeks before my Father passed away, who were at my niece’s 21st Birthday party. My father was sitting, holding the handles of his walker, observing the festivities. I could see that he was just enjoying the moment, as if time was standing still. We asked my father to get up and dance down the line, which he did. He used his walker to move backwards then forward, smiling from ear to ear and all I could do was take it in for myself. He received a burst of energy in that moment. To me this was going to be his last dance.

A week before his unexpected passing, I was near my parents’ neighborhood, and I thought I would surprise them with a visit. My father was sitting in his favorite chair, wearing his favorite jacket, and it appeared as if he was waiting for me. I gave him a kiss on his forehead and stared into his eyes. The unthinkable happened, he gave me what I call the “death stare”. I have received this death stare from time to time throughout my entire existence.

The week of his passing, strange things were occurring at my parent’s home. My mom called me that Sunday and said, “Dad was sitting on his rocker and a man with a white shirt on a dark blue pants ran by and went into the laundry room. I went in there and there’s no one there. Is dad losing his mind? I took a deep breath and said, no, Mom, they are coming for him. She did not like my answer so I ended that conversation. I thought to myself, is that my father seeing a younger version of himself?

Three days later, my mom called and was a little freaked out. She said when she was in the laundry room, removing the clothes from the dryer, a man with a white shirt on a dark pants ran by her. She jumped back and screamed and said Adam, do you see that guy? He said no Pat! They both seen the same man but on different days and he came from the same location.

Thursday, May 1st, 2014, I had a very vivid dream. I was walking in my parent’s bedroom with my sister, Michelle. The room was pretty empty and I just knew to myself that my father passed away. I woke up that morning and told my husband about the dream. My husband tried to calm me down, he told me to reach out to them. I told him that they were traveling to an out-of-state casino. My father was no longer able to drive so while my mother was at the wheel, I called my father’s cell phone. It rang and rang and little did I know on his end that the message he received on his phone said, “Good bye”. Then I attempted to call their home phone and when the answering machine came on, I did not have the heart to leave a message that dad was going to die today. I was thinking if this does happen, that is the last thing I want my mom to hear and listen to over and over again so I just hung up. I called my mom’s cell number and my mom asked my father to answer it and it said, “Good bye” again and it turned off. My mother was saying to my dad, “Adam don’t you know how to answer the phones?” He was like “Yes Pat, the phone keeps reading, ‘”Good bye’”. Both of their phones were fully charged so they should have never received the same message. That message was so powerful but misunderstood at that moment in time.

I was near the train station, when I received an incoming call from Nana…at 7:14 a.m., I knew it before I even answered the call. My mom said, Dad collapsed and they are trying to revive him. I knew deep down inside, he was already gone. In that moment, all I could remember is telling my mom to stay calm that we are on our way. I started calling my siblings as I drove and drove until, we agreed on a mutual place to meet to ride together. As I waited in a nearby restaurant the call came in a little after 8 a.m. and Mom said, Dad has passed away. I sat there numb, speechless and just hearing those words come from my mom and there was nothing I could do and I could not comfort her. She was alone for the first time in over 55 years. She did not have her rock, her love by her side, she did not have any family by her side. All I kept thinking was we need to get to Mom as quickly as possible. My father passed of a massive heart attack. He went very fast and without pain.

This is something he always asked for, he wanted to die fast without pain and in her arms.

The trip to the hospital seemed like forever. We all seemed to arrive at the hospital at the same time, so we walked in together. We met Mom right inside the front doors. I could see her, so lost and confused, so I wrapped my arms around her and we cried. As we all walked down the long hallway with the Indian Priest, my sister-in-law and I could see that there was something different happening. The priest started acting like my father, he even started to caress my mom’s long ponytail, something my father would do often. He started to talk very fast and all over the board and we both looked at each other and said, that’s Dad! He kept repeating himself over and over and I was crying and laughing at the same time. I do feel that my father jumped into his body for a short time.

As I entered my dad’s room, I could sense that his presence was still there. I felt he was waiting for most of the family to be present. A moment of being with my father, all of the machines that were turned off went on and alarms in his room started going off, I knew it was him. I laid next to him, and cuddled him, whispered in his ear and kissed his still warm body. I wanted to get in as much time with him as possible. To others it would seem like he’s already gone but to me, he still was with all of us for that very short time. As I was whispering “secret” messages to him, I asked him to start giving us more and more signs that life does go on. We would all soon know that he had many new tricks up his sleeve.

The doctor came and explained how Dad went quickly and did not experience any pain. He died of a massive heart attack. My mom said Dad always said he wanted to die quickly without pain and in my arms and that is what he did. She finally was able to explain that last moments of Dad’s life.

“Dad and I were on our way to the casino in Michigan City and you were calling dad’s phone. He went to answer it and it read goodbye, then my phone started to ring so I handed it to dad to answer and it read the same thing. We were unable to take your call. I thought to myself that is strange since both phones are fully charged. I parked the car and headed into the casino and saved a slot machine right next to the one I was going to play. I put my free slot play into the machine and was waiting for Dad to meet me. It seemed like he was taking longer than usual and when he approached me I asked him for his player’s card. As he sat down on the chair, I noticed he was sweating profusely so I wiped his forehead off with a hanky and removed his jacket. As I put his players card into his slot machine, Dad laid his head down on the machine and I said, are you ok – Adam are you ok, he turned to me and said VERTIGO, then fell lifeless into my lap and we came down onto the casino floor. I yelled and screamed for help. The workers made a circle around Dad and put me on the side so I could not see what they were doing. They brought the defibrillator and tried their best to revive him. This could not be happening, this is not the end of the road for him. The paramedics placed Dad on the stretcher, put him in the ambulance and told me what hospital they were taking him to. I was alone, in an unfamiliar place, unfamiliar city and I did not have good direction to get to the hospital. I did not have a GPS and I don’t feel like I absorbed the quickly related directions. I drove off in a direction, not knowing if I was going the correct way. I pulled over to three or four gas stations and there was a man in the last location and the man asked, ‘What is wrong’? I explained my situation and he said don’t worry, I am headed that way, follow me. I would never trust a stranger but I was at my lowest point so I followed. He was an honorable man and kept his word; He drove right up to the hospital and waved in his rearview mirror so I knew I had the right location. The ambulance arrived in five minutes and for me it took longer. The staff asked me why it took me so long? I explained that I got lost, because I was in shock. They brought me over to where a priest and nun were standing. They asked my name and I asked how Adam was? The priest said it would be awhile, so I sat and waited. He started stroking the back of my hair, I got up and went to the ladies room because I felt uncomfortable. When I got back he took me to another room. I sat down and asked for prayer. I sat there for about 40 minutes until the doctor came out and said, ‘We have been working on Adam for over an hour and he had passed away’. I could not believe those words. After they told they took me to Adam’s room. I was able to kiss and hug him. I sat in the room alone talking to him. The nurse asked me if I wanted her to see if my family had arrived. It seemed like all of you arrived at the same time.

When we left the hospital and drove back to Mom’s house, we all decided to stop and get a bite to eat. As we all took our seats in a large booth, my husband had a “surprised” look on his face. He said later he had felt someone (I knew it was my father.) no one was sitting close to him yet he felt someone put their arm around his shoulder. After lunch, we stopped at the Funeral home to start setting up the arrangements. She asked us to bring a suit for Dad and a few other things. My husband, sister, and I drove back to Mom’s house. I went upstairs looking for signs from my father. As I walked into their room, I could feel that he was there, the closet doors were cracked open which normally would be completely shut. After making the arrangements we drove back to my parent’s home, I noticed that Dad sure was here. The downstairs bathroom fan was on, and the dining room light was on, when no one was even in that room. I ran upstairs, I could hear their bathroom fan on. I yelled for my sister and I asked her if she left that fan on in their bathroom, she said she hadn’t turned it on at all. I looked at the closet doors and they were now open half way, I yelled with excitement. I closed them before we left earlier and now they are open even more. We approached and entered the other three bedrooms and sure enough all of the closet doors were open half way. I asked my mom to come upstairs, she met us in one of the rooms and she said we don’t use these rooms. I told her what I was sensing and seeing first hand and we all started to cry. We asked my father to continue giving us signs, we needed him now more than ever.

We asked Mom if she would like to spend the night at our house. My younger brother who is serving in the US Army was driving in with his family, my mother asked him to stop by our house to get her house key. During their short visit at my house, I asked my brother and his family to video tape as they entered my parent’s home and call me as they opened that door. At 11:00 p.m., I received the call, Mom was sitting right beside me, we were overwhelmed with excitement, as he entered, he could see that there was a light on. As he continued walking through the first floor of their home, he could hear a sound was coming from the downstairs bathroom. The fan was back on as he went upstairs all the bathroom fans were on. He was amazed how my father was sending immediate signs to him and his family.

The following day, I drove my mom back to her house. My brother and his family had gone shopping for clothes to wear to the funeral. While my mom was on the phone with my sister, I decided to walk around and video tape and see if I could capture a sign from my dad. I looked through all of the bedrooms and all of the closet doors were open. How could that be? We shut the doors yesterday. I started taking pictures and reviewed them hoping to find a face in one of them which resembled my dad. I ran to the first floor feeling ecstatic. To my surprise, in their outside enclosed porch, it appeared that my father just floated by. He had dark hair and he was wearing a white t-shirt and blue pants. He looked to me as if he was in his 30’s, it was the same man that both my parents seen a few days earlier. I knew it was dad. I was overly excited. My mother was in the dining room, talking to my sister. I told her I just seen dad and he was in the outside screened porch. He looked like a younger 30 year old version of himself dressed the same as the man they had seen a few days ago.

I kept rewinding that moment over and over. Did I really see my father? Am I losing my mind? I know what I saw and I know it’s my dad. I kept walking around and around their home. I could not wait to go into the basement with my brother and family when they came back from the store to video tape for evidence. I wanted to have evidence to show proof to others that life does go on and our loved ones are still alive but just in a different form.

Once my brother and his family arrived, I explained what I had seen, what dad did upstairs to all the closet doors. My brother was filled with exhilaration. We went downstairs into their basement. My parents had finished their basement it was all cement and dark and damp. We called upon my dad to give us a sign that he was present as I started to video in the basement I saw see huge green orbs and when I played back the footage, heard several different voices that were unheard of or unspoken at the time of the taping. I was so thrilled that finally I have physical evidence to spread to others that life goes on.

The next few days before his wake and funeral, I would be drawn to our basement and start to videotaping and hopefully be blessed with some kind of evidence of my father. I would tape at the same time each and every day: 3 a.m. I would say the same words, I come with love and light and I only allow high frequency spirits to connect and not low frequency spirits. I also said a short prayer of protection because I was feeling so heart broken and depressed that I did not want anything to come through that should not be here. Trying to collect a sign for me was helping me through my grieving process. It would end up being a temporary fix in order to get through a day. Things did start to happen, there were signs all over the place and dad was very active. It’s hard to recognize all that he attempted to show but when I did see it, I could not wait to share with the family. In the basement, I noticed the light was on and the light in the office in the basement was turned off when it was just on. I immediately turned the lights on, I was so excited but so freaked out at the same time. Did this really happen? I know what I saw it. No one is going to believe me, but it did not matter to me, I knew what I saw.

Dad continued to make his presence known. He turned on the oven light, fan light in the bathroom, opened drawers, opened and closed doors, messed with all of our car lights, horns, and lights would burn out. He was so active, I was feeling a little better because of his connections.

It was the day of the wake, we went to mom’s house to see her, my brother and his family. Of course, I started to video tape the entire home and sure enough the closet doors were cracked open ever so slightly and I knew it was my dad. There was a moment where my children and some of their cousins were all sitting on my parent’s bed and the sun was out and shining. I approached the bed, something caught my attention. Something changed, the hallway became very dark. I ran out of the room with all the kids following right behind me and I screamed. My father had closed all three bathroom doors. No one was upstairs but the kids and me. We ran downstairs to share this experience with the family. I knew my mom and younger brother believed us but some of family members were and were skeptical.

It was time to head on over to the funeral home. It was days since I last saw my father and I wanted to be with him. I was dreading seeing my father, lifeless and cold but I knew in my heart that he would give me a sign that he was with us. On one of the visits to the restrooms during the wake, I noticed the light burned out in the stall that I was in out of nowhere. It seemed to me that it was Dad and I could feel his presence in the air and all around me. We were allowed to see him before the wake began for the rest of the family and friends. It was a difficult moment approaching his casket. That moment had arrived, seeing my father for the first time in days and seeing his lifeless body just lying there but in peace, without a funny word coming from his mouth. I just kneeled and prayed and put my hand on his cold hands that were crossed. I had something that I wanted to place in his suit pocket jacket. My father loved lottery tickets, especially scratch off tickets. I purchased a handful of them and placed them into his suit pocket jacket. I told him, your luck, one of these will finally be a winner dad!

This day filled with many tears, love and great stories of my dad seemed to fly by. At the end of the wake, we were informed that the family would have one hour of private time. We all got up and started singing and dancing around my father’s casket. My niece braided my brother’s long blonde hair, giving him dreadlocks and we all started singing Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds and someone played that song from their phone. The look on the undertaker’s face was PRICELESS. My niece was picked up by other cousins and was being paraded around my father. We were having a celebration of his life and his memories and I think we all felt that this is the way Dad would have wanted it. There was so much love and joy and new memories being made and he was still a big part of it. Just imagine, I was dancing around barefoot, my mom took off one boot and was limping, my niece was in the air, and my older brother’s hair was braided. We were all singing and dancing around my father. It looked like we were filming a part in a comedy movie. For that next hour, we had a time of fun and laughter and much celebration that it took my mind off of the big picture.

The following day was the funeral and we all arrived at the funeral home. We went inside to view and pay our last respects to my father before we headed to Abraham Lincoln Memorial Cemetery and my father would receive a military honors tribute. One of my older brothers said a speech in dedication to my father. He added a little humor and in his speech; He mentioned my dad’s silly ways of fixing things. He put a tape roll in his casket along with a rag. My father always had a way of taping things up in trying to repair a quick fix along with always wiping and cleaning things up. It was an inside family joke that my father was probably laughing about it when it was mentioned.

They announced that they would be closing my father’s casket and that we all were able to send off our final goodbyes. My mom just could not see the sight of them closing the casket nor could I and both of our knees and legs went numb. My sister-in-law went between us and walked us both to the restroom to let us collect our thoughts and composure.

Mom and I were the first car behind the hearse and we were directed to our parking place. We exited the car and watched as my father passed in his casket with an American flag draped over it. It was a moment where life stood still for a moment. I could not take it all in, what happened and what was about to occur in his honor. My father served for our country as a US Marine during the Korean War. During his service, he saved many lives and could have received the Purple Heart but he declined it during that time. The military service was so surreal and uplifting that it made me proud to be an American and to honor all who have served, including my father, that help protect our country. When we heard Taps playing on a bugle it brought chills down my spine. It was so beautiful but yet so sad at the same time. This moment was dedicated to my father who was the rock of our family.

My sister and husband went back to the funeral home to pick up the picture boards and some other things before heading next store to the restaurant. My brother-in-law was not a believer in signs after someone passes away. He felt that’s it and their spirit goes to the Lord. My sister was in the funeral office while he stood in the very same location that my father’s casket was placed a few hours ago. He said a short prayer to my father and all of a sudden the door that the bodies are escorted through flung open and it was shut and locked. The funeral director ran out and said, that should not have happened and that it was very strange.

We had an amazing luncheon. We took many pictures and it felt like my dad was with us in spirit.

We had a blast, one of my brother’s always performs this dance called The Cheese Dance. He takes a slice of cheese and places it on his forehead and he starts dancing around. He decided to perform the cheese dance and asked the entire family to join in. It looks like the conga line, we all took the same slice of cheese and place it on our forehead and we danced down the line. We were all singing and dancing and having the best time that it sparked a lot of attention. Other guests eating at the restaurant would peek their heads in to see what all the noise was, when they heard we were celebrating the life of my dad, that seem to put a smile on their face. I feel that not only was dad present but he would not want it any other way. What a great way to celebrate his life.

We all headed to moms to be there with her and try and take it all in. The house seemed empty even with all of us inside. It just was not the same. The rock of the family was missing. What you would normally have heard was my father, laughing and joking around, but now it was silent. He always was a great story teller and loved to watch history and many other interesting programs on television. He was not shy by any means. When he drank his favorite drink, Mogen David, his character got even sillier. As I looked around their house, thinking about Dad’s final days, it brought so much sadness to my soul. I would be thinking, did Dad know that the other day was going to be his last? Is that why he was sitting on his rocker with his favorite jacket on at 3 a.m. in the dark? There were many signs along the way that we all had missed, including Dad. I sat in his rocker, one of the last places he was before he left for the casino. I put on his jacket, I rocked and cried and I kept running the past week’s events and memories over and over in my

mind. I thought, this is not fair! I knew he was going to pass away and I could not save him. I was angry and internally beating myself up. “What if…?” scenarios were playing over and over in my mind. I got up from Dad’s chair and starting roaming the house, step by step, searching for clues and signs.

I noticed piles of important papers, his life insurance policy and many other documents that seemed to be placed there for a reason. I started to wonder if my father was getting things in order. He may have known something but at the same time he did not know. That sounds strange but it actually makes sense. I have heard when animals are getting ready to pass, they may run and hide or start to act in a different manner. I am not saying my dad’s personality changed out of nowhere. What I am suggesting is that at one point, he knew. It could have come to him in a dream, or he may have sensed it. I feel my father was very spiritually gifted but hid it well his entire life. He used to tell us all the same stories that at that time, seemed so outrageous but to me right now, all made perfect sense. Looking back to the Christmas that most recently passed, my father was having the time of his life. He played games with the whole family and acted in his usually funny character. I stayed by my father’s side most of the day and even interviewed him a little bit about his life. There was one moment where I asked my father if he would like to wish the rest of the family that was not present a Merry Christmas. I would even add people that he used to work with that were not passed away. Near the end of this short video when saying hello to his old work buddies, he said, I am next. I never caught those words until many months after my dad passing. As I went back to that day, there was a huge sign. He was having the time of his life, living life, laughing out loud, just being Dad. He had so much energy, more than usual, and now I feel that he did sense or know something then.

I asked my mother as all of these flash backs starting to occur all at once, if she noticed any changes with Dad’s character within the last few months. She sat and thought about it and the stories seemed to come out of the woodwork. My father would tell her where everything was. He even explained how the funeral would be since he served in the military, and that Mom someday would be buried right on top of him and he giggled. Even though my parents did not have much savings at all, my father made sure that he would have enough to be buried and laid to rest at Abraham Lincoln Memorial Cemetery. He would even throw out some jokes that he could be ok being buried in a cardboard box verses a casket. That was typical humor of my father, always making a joke, always laughing.

Going back to that day after his funeral was over, my brothers and I decided to start videotaping in their basement. Some of the grandchildren came down and we all sat on a blanket on the cold cement floor. When we started to tape, we could see big green orbs flying by when we rewound the video footage. To our surprise, when we listened very closely to what we just taped, we could hear someone talking, saying different phrases. It was hard to make it all out but we knew we were capturing something on the camera. We stayed in the basement for over an hour and I did not want to stop but I knew it was time to go back home. My brother and his family would be staying with Mom for the next week. I felt that she needed constant company.

Mother’s Day was nine days after my father’s passing and my sister and niece came over to take Mom to breakfast and we would also be visiting my father at his place of rest.

When we arrived at my mom’s house, coming from different directions, we arrived at the same time. We came into Mom’s house and we had a few minutes before we left for breakfast so my sister and I starting looking around and roaming my mother’s house. We went upstairs to see if any of the closet doors were open and they were, all of them, as a matter of fact. We were so excited that I suggested to my sister that after we get back from the cemetery if she would be open to do some taping in Mom’s house and she was ok with that. We headed to breakfast and had a wonderful time and we went straight to the cemetery, which is Abraham Lincoln Memorial in Illinois. On our way home, we were all being goofy and having a good time. When we pulled up into the driveway, my mom used her garage door opener to open the door. We all got out of the car together and entered her home through the garage and into her laundry room. I was first to enter her home, and as I walked in, I noticed the doors to the cabinet in the family room were wide open, so I screamed. All three of them were right behind me and I moved to the side and I said “Look, Dad was here!” We were all so excited and we all knew before we left that no one had been near that cabinet or opened it to look for something. I could not wait to see what other signs that we would capture in the basement.

I asked my sister if she was ready to give it a try and she was. I asked my mother and niece if they wanted to join us and both of them declined our invitation so down we went. My father’s cane was still in the basement so my sister and I were going to have fun with it. We were standing in the basement and it was pitch black. I said I was going to start taping and I asked my father if he could give me a sign, if he and his entire family who are in Heaven would come in front of the camera in bright white light. My sister and I were having great fun. She picked up his cane and started dancing around in a circle in front of me. She said, “Dad, polka” and said come on this person and then she called the next family member names and so on. As I was looking through the lens I could not believe my eyes. He did exactly what I had asked for. I have a video saved on my computer to show all of this proof of what I actually captured that day. What I saw through the lens was a bright white smoke thing that appeared to resemble a cloud in the sky. As soon as I had seen it, I ran with the camera and I left my sister downstairs alone and she had no idea why I was running.

After I was able to catch my breath, I came back downstairs to try and tape what just took place but it never happened. I was so eager to see what I received but at the same time I was kicking myself because I should have kept the camera still and recording in that location. I don’t feel Dad was finished giving us some signs.

During the next few month following my dad’s passing, unexplained things would occur at Mom’s house too. She said she starting sleeping upstairs again when normally she had always felt more comfortable sleeping on the couch. She slept in one of the spare bedrooms and Gizmo would sleep in her room. She explained how every night she would close her door. One night she woke up to use the bathroom and the door was wide open. She was frozen, she thought there was an intruder. She knew she closed that door. Her dog was next to her side and he was not acting out of character. She could not explain it and she felt it was my father.

It was one month after my father’s passing and mom and I were on the phone. I was sitting downstairs in the office, and listening to Bob Marley and singing the lyrics to my mother. She mentioned that she just got out of the shower and I asked her if I should call her right back and she said would be fine. She opened her bathroom door to let some of the steam out and she screamed. At the same time on my computer a pop up ad came out of nowhere and a women screamed so I screamed. I asked her if she was ok and what happened. When she was able to collect her thoughts she said, “I opened the bathroom door and I saw Dad and he floated through the hallway way and he was gone just like that”. I opened the office door and looked at my storage room door was is always kept closed and the light was coming through the bottom of the door. The light in this room was a sensor light. The only way it would go on would be if someone opened the door. I was the only one down there and I did not open that door. I feel it was Dad. Not only did he just visit mom, he messed with my computer and then he turned the light on. I was still on the phone with my mother and then we were both able to collect our thoughts and calm down. We were so happy knowing that Dad made himself known and presented himself at the same time at different locations. This was the start of many signs from my father.

A few weeks before my Dad’s Birthday, my husband and I were asked to go on a rafting trip in our home area. We left our belonging in the car while we rafting down the river. We were gone for many hours so as soon as I was able to check my phone, I was shocked to see how had called us. I received a call from my dad’s cell phone. My mom turned his phone off and was not using it. I truly believe my father was present during this day.

June 26th, 2014, it was Dad’s first Birthday following his passing. I went downstairs in my basement, this time midafternoon to start taping on my phone to see if I would be receiving a sign or message from my father. One of my son’s was playing video games and I asked him if I could shut off the light and tape for a few minutes and he was ok with that. As I started to film and I said Happy Birthday Dad, I panned the camera to the left where my son was sitting and after reviewing the footage you can hear a man’s voice say, “Happy Birthday”. I knew it was Dad but this voice sounded much deeper, but I knew in my heart that it was Dad. I was so excited that I called my sister from the downstairs office. We were talking about Dad and then I said to her, did you hear that and she said yes, someone was dialing out on the phone and I said, I heard a key on the phone pressed just like Dad used to do.

When my dad was with us, I would call my mother every morning on my drive to the office. It seemed like more than less, we would catch my father eavesdropping from the upstairs phone. When we did call him out on that, he would start pressing the phone keys as if he was dialing out or trying to make a call. It was hilarious, my mom would be normally be sitting in the kitchen and my dad right beside her and he always had something to say. She would say Adam, I cannot have two conversations at once and I cannot hear Tricia with you butting into the conversation. It was funny and seemed to be a daily thing so my father, being a very smart man, took it in his own hands and went upstairs to their bedroom and would attempt to pick up the phone and just listen. That was very hard for him to do and I believe he did not put the phone on mute for a reason, this way he would have the opportunity to chime in whenever he pleased.

As I continued to have this conversation about my Dad with sister, we started to ask him specific questions and then we would receive a beep on the phone. It almost sounded like Morse code. I could not make out what the message was or what he was trying to convey. We started to laugh and then cry. We were so filled with joy that Dad was with us and enjoyed that we were celebrating, his life and birthday. The phone call lasted for some time because we did not want to hang up, thinking that this may be the only time that he would give us this incredible sign to share that life does go on.

I was so overwhelmed with joy that I decided to start videotaping again. I asked my dad if it would be ok with him if I taped him on every birthday and if I could celebrate his birthday every year going forward and I heard a noise that came through the phone. This sound appeared to sound like a bee or insect. Then a few moments later, I asked my father, Dad where are you? As I reviewed the taping wearing my headphones on to hear it much clearer, I heard my dad’s message. I was so excited that I had to rewind it over and over and over. When I asked my father, Dad where are you, his exact words were, HEAVEN! It was the most powerful evidence of my father and that life does go on and Heaven does exist. My father wanted to make it known that he’s fine, he’s in Heaven. It was his birthday and he was going to be a huge part of his very special day.

I called my mom and tried to play the taping over the phone, it was hard for her to hear it because she was not wearing headphones but she agreed that she heard a man’s voice. We were both so thrilled of receiving this special message from Dad on his birthday.

I continued to tape each and every day, training to receive as many messages and signs from my father. He was so active that it was the most exciting thing for me. It brought my spirits up. I feel my father continued to show signs to me to help me through my deepest, saddest times of my life. To others and non-believers and skeptics, they were thinking did she lose her mind or to let him rest in peace. They felt like I should not interrupt the dead but I felt like my father is more alive than ever.

My father left so many different signs for all the family members that it was like he was still with us but in a totally different form or version of himself.

One day after work, I stepped into my bedroom to change into some lounge clothing. I walked in and something was changed and different. My eyes were drawn to both nightstands. Both nightstand drawers were open half way and the brass handles were turned in a way like they were being held by a string. I was so amazed and shocked at the same time that I screamed. I told my husband and mom to come up here. I asked them who did this and they look at me like what are you talking about! When I said look do you see what I am seeing, their eyes were both drawn to the nightstands and thought to themselves what, no way. It was one of the most amazing different signs that my father would give me as my daily medicine and regimen. I could not wait each and every day to get home to see if he would open them or any other doors. He would even open my shower door if not the nightstand drawers. I was like a kid in the candy shop. I wanted more and more and Dad was about to give me just that.

It was amazing; the signs were all around me, things were really starting to crank up with many cool different connections. I had another moment where I took a step back and worked and screamed. A co-worker came running to my cubicle and asked me if I was ok. Yes, yes, I kept pointing to my computer screen. I explained that I created a virtual post it note and it originally said Hi Dad. I explained how I used to call my dad Daddio and I said look. The post it note originally read, Hi Dad! :) Now there was an O added to the end of this phrase. It now read Hi Dad! : ) O. I knew no one knew what I used to call my father and no one would play a dirty trick like that on me. I was so excited every day at random times to see if my father would add more and the answer to that is yes. He started giving me numbers at first I thought he was trying to give me a date or numbers to the winning lottery and that was not. It appeared to be an end date of one of my siblings birthday, whom that sibling was about to have some surgery. I feel my dad was confirming that he would be right by their side during this time. This sign may have appeared to be simple but to me it was huge.

I have many other signs that I am going to share with you and they are not in any order. I would start feeling my father’s present at the office. If it was in the hallway, in the washroom or in the office he made himself very much known. Another occasion, I was in a big meeting with some outside guests and there many of us packed in this conference room. I was sitting with my back up against the glass window. I could see who was sitting at the head table and those sitting right beside me. Out of nowhere, I heard my father’s voice and he started to breath very loud, it stirred up the conference room for a moment. A few of people looked at me and said, “Was that your father”? I nodded and said I believe so. A women sitting beside me had her hands over her ears, she was freaked out for a moment and did not want to open her ears up for anything else. I could not believe that out of nowhere and not personally asking my father for a sign, that he chimed in.

Then I started noticing the widgets on my phone would move around and also the widgets on my home computer would be all moved each and every day and I would think, could it be Dad?

You never knew when Dad would be present, giving you an incredible surprise sign.

I would do my oldest son a favor every morning and start his car for him. When this first sign happened, I nearly jumped through the roof. I started his car and his car alarm starting going off, then the lights would go on and off like I was in a fun house. I did my best to attempt to turn it off and it did not work. It was a few minutes before 5 a.m. and I had to think fast before I woke up the entire neighborhood. The next best thing to do was to wake up my husband, which I did and he was not thrilled with that. He somehow managed to turn it off and said you had to touch the panic button. I was thinking to myself no I did not. I would tell my son that maybe he should get up earlier and start his car but that never happened. The following day, I was all equipped, flashlights in hand, front lights on, garage light on, I was on a mission. I said, Dad please don’t do this to me again. I just jumped out of the shower, still had my pajamas on and I had a towel on my head and no shoes or socks. I approached the car, still very dark out, and I looked and looked again and the right button I was about to press. I thought, here goes nothing. I did press the right key, I know it and bam there’s goes all the bells and whistles. What do I do now? I drove off and left my subdivision. I did not have my license, nor did I have any shoes on, I still had the towel on my head and pajamas on. I drove and drove, I could not wake up my neighbors and the rest of the subdivision so why not just wake up the entire town and then some. I pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the engine and restarted the car and it was back to normal. I got back home and my son was coming out of the garage door with a look of puzzlement on his face like what is going on. I had no time to explain. I did say, once again like a broken record, I am not going to start your car anymore.

Ok, now Dad is playing with the cars. I told Dad, I love the signs but I don’t need signs that interrupt the function of the cars.

I was relaxing, watching television in my bedroom when I noticed one sign after another on the television. There were four back to back commercials and the person speaking on each of them had the first name Adam. I was like what no way. Yes, it was Dad for sure, giving me alternative signs.

I started looking even closer to signs that I may have missed. As I was going down into the basement, something told me to look at the woodwork ledge against the back wall. I was drawn to it and when I looked, I had another amazing moment and to my surprise there it was: a big letter “A” engraved into my woodwork. How long has this message been here? I come down each and every day and never noticed this message until now. It was not meant for me to see until this time. I feel it’s all about the timing of when we are able to receive and actually see the signs around us.

On one of my visits to the nearby walking trail, I was drawn to a park of the trail where there were a few benches that were facing the beautiful lake. I ran down there for a moment to view the lake and the nature scenery. I sat down on the bench for a moment and in the wood was my father’s name engraved in it, Adam. I was like, wow, another sign from Dad. I could not wait to get home to tell my mom and family about another amazing sign that I had received.

Sign after sign, this was just the beginning.

July 23rd, 2016, I was on the phone with my mother on my birthday and I asked my father to chime in and beep the phone 47 times…guess what? He beeped 47 times not one less or one more! It was such a gift.

On two other separate occasions my father closed our laundry room door right in front of my eyes in daylight!

My father no longer has come through with signs through the phone since April 2017 but I am content with that knowing that he has other work to do for God. I feel my father continued to offer these great signs to not only help us with the grieving process but also to offer proof that life goes on and that he is fine.

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