I was returning from the kitchen, I
was really sad, for it was only the third day after my father death. I was
feeling uncomfortable and I did not know what was causing this feeling, and then
I knew, I was feeling hands holding my arms and "I knew" whose hands
they belonged to. I closed my eyes and I saw like a fuzzy or blurred photo of my
fatherand right then I knew
"HE" was there with me. At first I became frighten, for I never had
such an experience, but then I thought "This is my father, who loved me and
only gave good things, why would he do me harm now?" At that moment a
feeling of joy filled me up, and I had the absolute certainty, without any
doubt, that he was with me. The feeling and manifestation of it slowly faded
away, but the implications that, after his physical death, my father was alive
were amazing to me. A new perspective of life was born that night, a new way of seeing
things, and I can properly say that my life has been changed by the
experience.