I was born and raised in a rural area of northern Kentucky 30 miles south west of Cincinnati.
Dad died in 1999 at 52 years of age from an advanced form of cancer of the lymph nodes. I was 22 at the time and it was most certainly surreal. About 2 to 3 nights after his death he came to me in a dream, though it didn't feel anything like a dream or a nightmare. It was so realistic as if I could reach out and touch him. He was clouded in what appeared to be, to the best of my ability I can only describe as, a white fog or haze.
He asked me to look after my mother, to make sure she would be okay. "No problem, pop", I said. Well, dad was a fix-it guy. By trade he was a hydraulic mechanic for Cinergy in Cincinnati. He also was an auto mechanic in his younger days, as well as, an electronics technician.
He built the house we were raised in and had an obvious hand in some of the technology installed in the home built in 1977. One of which bits of technology was an intercom system installed throughout the home for simple communication or playback of basic radio throughout. The system had eventually burnt out years before his death. Somehow just days afterward it came back to life as if it were new. None of us could or can explain it to this day.
Turns out that there was an AC transformer that was used to power the whole intercom system. However, it was installed just above the rafters in the basement inside of the insulation that only Dad knew where it could be found. It had burnt out years before his death. It's as if he simply touched this electronic device after death and made it come back to life. He wasn't as a religious man as I am. However, if I ever had my doubts it sure gives me something to look forward to after this life in my opinion. Thanks for reading:)
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