Just a little back ground before I start my story, I have 4 brothers and 1 sister. I and my sister were very close to our dad growing up. He spoiled us rotten! We lived with him on and off through out the years due to my parents divorce. The last time we lived with him was right before he passed. He had a little house in Oregon that he loved. We lived there with him for a couple years before moving to Alaska with my mother. I was 15 and my sister was 13. Little did we know that would be our last time seeing our dad.
So we move to Alaska and we were there only a short few weeks before getting that dreaded call. My dad passed a few nights before and we were crushed! So we did the best we can to heal, and eventually we did. Or so I thought.
Fast forward a few years. I decided I wanted to get out of Alaska so I moved with my brother who lived in Hawaii. I was now 18 years old and always had my dad in my heart. I had lived with my brother for a few months when my experience happened. It was on my dad's birthday May 17th. I spent most of the day crying and upset just missing him terribly. So after dinner that night everyone went into there bedrooms and I stayed out in the living room playing Play Station still thinking about my dad, when all of a sudden I felt what felt like a warm hand touch my left shoulder, I looked as if someone was there, nobody was there. But the touch I felt was so loving; I automatically knew it was my dad.
This story wasn't scary but means a lot to me because deep down I know he visited me to let me know everything was alright.