As I have mentioned in other stories, my father passed away in 1987 at a very young age of 45. I was 22 at the time of my father's death and we were very close - me being his eldest daughter. If it were possible- I went everywhere with my daddy - I even got to participate in "Bring Your Daughter to Work" day with my dad. I was always proud of my dad as he was just as proud of me. (Hope that makes sense). I also mentioned that my dad came for a little visit to see his 1st grandson, Ryan - when Ryan was just 7 mo. Old.
A few years later (1991) I had my second son, Dean. Dean was born late in the year - and I had moved into another apartment - one without stairs - because at this time - Ryan had proven himself as being quite a climber - and it made me nervous that Ryan would hurt himself and I felt that we needed to move somewhere safer.
Dean was about 4 months of age and I was falling asleep feeding him his bottle - when I was awoken by a very bright light from the hallway. - I heard someone say "Cheryl, wake up sweetie." - I woke up with Dean in my arms - and was a little confused by what I had heard - I was still half asleep - but awake enough to put Dean into his crib. The next morning I replayed the incident in my head - and knew that was my dad's voice.
This happened over 19 years ago - and I can still see that bright light - I felt the presence of my dad - Once again my dad was looking out for his grandsons and his oldest girl - thank you dad - I love you.