I respect you and devils decisions to keep your stories about your dads to yourselves. I am going to share mine though.Same here.
I always had a strong belief in the "supernatural", but events involving my Dads death made me a 100% believer.
I to have always believed in the supernatural, so this wasn't some wake up call. My father who was more of a man then I could ever hope to be (hard worker, hunter, fisherman). He contracted Asbestosis from years of working in construction. He put up one hell of a fight but was essentially homeridden to bedridden the last year of his life. The night that we buried him, me, my brothers, Dads brother and brother in law were standing on my moms porch reminiscing. We had pulled the plug on Dad because that is what he had wanted from prior talks with him. None the less there was some speculation on whether or not we should have did it. About this time a song bird flew by my head in between the rest of those on the porch and flew to the window of my dads den room to where it stayed and looked at us for a couple minutes. My dad was a big time bird lover. I know some will say it was just a coincidence but in my heart and mind I know it was a message from dad saying he was free and he was in a better place. Please no snarky comments