My Father was a healthy 50 year old man, I was very close to him. He suddenly took a massive heart attack on the 18th of january 2004, he died in the bathroom of my family home and around 9 o'clock that morning. I was very close to my father and I have great respect for the man.
The day of his funeral came and went and I was numb to the bone, it just didn't sink in to my brain that he was gone from me, I was still in shock. That night I had agreed to stay over in my mum's house to keep her company after the funeral, I decided to get changed and I went up to my mum's bedroom. As I was leaving to go in to the bathroom, I opened the door, and as I glanced up, I saw my father standing at the bathroom door, he was a little hazy but I knew right away it was him, I had seen him.
He was smiling at me and he had his white shirt on and black trousers, then the fear and panic set in and I slammed the door. I stood in the bedroom frozen with fright, wasn't long before I opened the door and he was gone, I have never seen him again after that day, but I have sensed him in the house, or felt his presence. Especially when I have my children in the house I feel him, it's wonderful, now I love to go visit the house, I wish he would show himself to me again