Hi Everyone,

He Came To Me - My First Experience

When I was 13, my father died, i knew he had even though i had not seen him in hospital the phone rang and my mum answered but i knew he had gone as soon as the phone rang, my brother and i had not been told how seriously ill my dad was, as my mum and dad had seperated a few years prior and my mum had re married and was 6 months pregnant at the time, my mum and dad did not get on at all.

My mum turned round and looked at me sitting on the bottom of the stairs, and i just burst into tears, she had not even said anything......I knew. Just minutes before I had been upstairs in my room busy doing my kids thing totally, engrosed, then just stopped what i was doing and headed downstairs, when i was on the middle landing the phone started to ring as i got to the bottom couple of steps i sat down on the stairs and my mum was just picking up the phone, within a second or two she turned and looked.....and said to her I Know between the tears.......my mum looked at me really strange because at this point she had not said anything and there was no expression on her face .....just a blank canvas..........my mum never cried but we all then went into the front room.......where my mum and step dad sat us down...........my brother rembers the front room chat all these years later but i don't.........it was as though my dad wanted to make sure i heard the telephone conversation, and was not worried about anything else as though he wanted me to know the truth.......... 

I attended my dad's cremation, which my mum was not happy about, but my mum wouldn,t let my brother go. There was the normal family upsets, trying to keep everyone happy,  one of my aunts upset cos of the cars, one of my uncles trying to treat me like i was still 5 years old, wanting me to sit on his lap so that i could give  him a cuddle (he's way of dealing with the lose of Dad, as they were really close), my Nan's voice echoing over everyones telling them to shut in in here east end tones...........but all i wanted is to go in and see my Dad, and when i did i ran at first too much to handle it was real now.....when i finally went back in there, i sat with him and told him that i wanted to go with him , and that i did not want to stay with mum, and told him evrything that i hadn't had a chance too, i sat with my dad nearly all night, in silence at times and chatting like a gooden the next. We took my Dad and laid him to rest as they say, and i went back home.......

On returning home....the reception was extremely cold and i was told your dad's gone and I don't want to hear his name mentioned, which this for me as a 13 year old was horrific,   so the next few weeks i just kept reading dad's letter from the hopsital that he had sent me and my brother, as we had about 14 of them, as he wrote every day while he was in hospital, and never letting on how seriously ill he was, keeping his spirits up write til the end.....mind everyone had said all his life he was peter pan, ........the words my mum had uttered to me your dad's gone and that's it kept ringing in my ears..........mum and I were in trouble where parent child relationships go, as i couldn't talk to her, so everything was getting bottled up, my brother was not talking either, we just used to cuddle ahd hold each other tight protecting each other..........a couple of weeks went by and it was getting up bearable............my Mum made me go in town with her, I did not want too, as i did not want to be around my mum at this time.............but when we got in town............we were walking down the high street and i was thinking yet again that i wish you was here dad, or that i was with you next minute just slightly to my right, dad was walking right towards us, i've turned to look at my mum and by the expressioon on her face i could see that she did not see him, i looked back at him, he had a massive, massive smile on his face and as he walked right by me i went to grab his hand, and when i turned to lok back for him he had gone.

My Dad I now know came to me to let me know that he is still around protecting and loving me even if i can't always see him, life is eternal, and that we will all be together again one day, and that they are around us when we really need them if we never forget to talk to them and ask for help, love and protection.

And he also wanted the last laugh were mum was concerned with here comment on that he was gone and that's it................my dad always liked the last laugh that was just his way. My Mum burnt the letter that dad had sent us, which upsets me to this day, but because of what i experienced i know my dad knows and that my mum will have to tell him one day why she done it.

I finally told my mum what happened in town that day when i was about 30, she just give me that strange look she did the day the phone rang about dad. My Mum and I have always had a difficult relationship since that day, as once dad went, my mum has pretty much taken it out on me..............but i have relised that my mum has never let go of dad as she never cried or said goodbye.............divorced or not he was her first love, my mum loved,lost and then dad passed........and mum......sees me as the reminder, as i am like my dad in so many ways,.....my mums heart broke the day dad died, even though my mum had remarried ....he was and always will be her first love. 

 I will tell you how i know about my mum on another installment. I will also tell you about another one on my angelic experiences, and a bit more about me soon, with my sittin in spiritual developement circle and more. Sorry that it was so long folks. But it was my first encounter that there is more to life than just what we see, life is also very much about what we feel, and how that effects us.

As you see my life has been really really hard with my mum, but i always know straight away when my dad is here with me because i feel him, in various ways.....so we are all protected, loved and helped in this life and the next.

Well enough about me, till the next time, i would love to hear from otheres who have had encounters no mater how strange or bizzarre they may seem.

ty Love and light Always

We are all angels in our own ways, and for different reasons