never believed in much of anything that couldn't be proven.
That is, until January 27, 2004. My father, who was a healthy
seventy-five-year-old man, was rushed to the hospital. After
two weeks, he passed away. The funeral was three days later.
of his funeral, at about 1:30 a.m., my oldest son and I were
having a very intense conversation. I was devastated from
grief, and mad at what is supposed to be the perfect, loving,
forgiving Lord. At that point, I just threw up my hands and
said, "There isn't anything after death," and hysterically
screamed, "I can't imagine not seeing my father again. If
there is a God, he's a monster for taking my father."
the doorbell rang, and all three of our dogs started barking.
It was late, and my son was closest to the door. I told him
not to open it, just to look out the window. As I was walking
toward the door, he said, "No one's there."
in the middle of the woods, with no neighbors. I asked my
son to get my husband quickly because I thought it might be
a burglar. My husband, who's been involved with several criminal
investigations, came downstairs and decided to take a look
outside. It had been snowing most of the afternoon and evening,
and when he came back in, he stood still for a second, and
then said to me, "There are no footprints or marks of any
kind in the new snow."
all baffled, and didn't want to say what we were thinking.
My husband finally said, "It must have been your father,"
although none of us really believed it. Every night, for the
next four nights, the doorbell rang late at night, and nobody
was there. The last night the doorbell rang, I had fallen
asleep on the couch because I was exhausted. I heard the bell
but fell right back to sleep, and didn't get up to look. The
dogs were barking, and the doorbell woke the rest of the family.
They were on their way down the stairs to see if anybody was
there when the doorbell rang a second time. Again nobody was
at our door. The doorbell was not broken, did not ring without
being pushed before this, and it hasn't happened since that
and I were extremely close. I am his only child, and he lived
his whole life loving me. I could tell him anything and he
would try to understand, and would always help me when I needed
something. He was my hero. Whenever he would hug me, I knew
I was special to him, and I felt safe as long as I was with
Dad. My husband thinks that my father was trying to tell me
that I will see him again, and that there is continuing life
after we die. I don't know what to think, but I am hoping
with all my heart and mind that this is what was going on.
respond to firstname.lastname@example.org
on April 23, 2004