The night Dad died

I was in a nightclub when I began to feel homesick. My soul ached like never before. I sensed somthing was very wrong. I went to dad's house it was in darkness. An uneasy panic would not go away as I rang the doorbell nobody answered. I knocked at the door thrrew stones at the Windows but nobody answered. At five in the morning I went home to bed only to be awoken at around seven by my dad's neighbours. Don't say it, I said, I know. Dad had died in his sleep at five am. His girlfriend was deaf and had asked the neighbours to look at him. He had a heart attack in his sleep. From that moment I could feel him right by my side until the funeral weeks later. I felt so close to him it was a great comfort. On the night after his funeral I was in bed and a bell rung three times. I sat up it rang again and under my bed was a few of his ornaments. The sound was them being knocked together. At that moment my sleeping daughter sat bolt upright and announced grandads here mum. Where I said. At the end of the passage, she said. He said tell your mum I'm alright. I was worried about him to the point of distraction. Frantic almost and so I felt great relief. He has contacted us in dreams many times which I will add later.