I read all of these stories...and WOW! I also believe there is more out there than what can be proven.
I have two stories, both involve my Dad.
The first ... I went home for my birthday, the year after I got married for the first time since my wedding. My Dad was only 48, and his job was literally killing him with the stress and demands. I begged him to look for a different job, become a consultant, do anything to leave that toxic situation. He hadn't been feeling well, and did say he was going to see a Dr. the next week.
I had a dream - a horrible dream, after I had been home about a week. My father had died of a heart attack. He had been in his car, but had gotten off the road and was by himself. When I woke up, I was hysterical. My husband couldn't calm me down. He wouldn't ylet me try to call my dad in the middle of the night, but asked me to try his office in the morning. When I did call (I still believed something had happened), his secretary told me he was out of the office, but was fine. I asked her to have him call me just to make sure, and he did - although I am sure he felt I was being overly concerned.
A month and a half later, my father died - exactly as I had envisioned it. He was in his car, and had a massive heart attack. Back then, mobile phones were bag phones and coverage was spotty at best. He was found at a fishing parking area, noticed by a trucker who saw the car with a person inside for 2 days straight. He died with his phone in his hand, probably trying to find a signal. He got off the road, before he could hurt anyone else.
I still miss my Dad. It's been almost 19 years.
The second ... My dad had a 1991 Cougar XR7, a bada$$ car. His pride and joy, as all of us kids had either finally moved out or were working/self-sufficient, and he could finally buy something for himself. That was the car he passed away in.
My mom got the car, of course. My sister still lived at home. They would occasionally drive the car, so it wouldn't just sit. My sister liked a guy my Dad couldn't stand. One day, this guy asked my sister if she could pick him up and take him to work, as his normal ride wasn't available. She took the Cougar that day to pick him up. When he got in, the car started making a 'ding, ding, ding' noise, like when the door isn't shut, or the seatbelt isn't engaged. They tried everything to make it stop - open and shut the doors, buckled all the seat belts (even those in the back seat), turned the car off and re-started it - nothing worked. The car kept making the 'dinging' noise all the way to his work. When he got out of the car, the 'dinging' noise stopped. He never got in the car again, and the car never did that again. He swore it was my Dad, voicing his displeasure that the guy rode in 'his' car. Knowing my Dad, it could have been! It never did work out between my sister and that guy.
I have two stories, both involve my Dad.
The first ... I went home for my birthday, the year after I got married for the first time since my wedding. My Dad was only 48, and his job was literally killing him with the stress and demands. I begged him to look for a different job, become a consultant, do anything to leave that toxic situation. He hadn't been feeling well, and did say he was going to see a Dr. the next week.
I had a dream - a horrible dream, after I had been home about a week. My father had died of a heart attack. He had been in his car, but had gotten off the road and was by himself. When I woke up, I was hysterical. My husband couldn't calm me down. He wouldn't ylet me try to call my dad in the middle of the night, but asked me to try his office in the morning. When I did call (I still believed something had happened), his secretary told me he was out of the office, but was fine. I asked her to have him call me just to make sure, and he did - although I am sure he felt I was being overly concerned.
A month and a half later, my father died - exactly as I had envisioned it. He was in his car, and had a massive heart attack. Back then, mobile phones were bag phones and coverage was spotty at best. He was found at a fishing parking area, noticed by a trucker who saw the car with a person inside for 2 days straight. He died with his phone in his hand, probably trying to find a signal. He got off the road, before he could hurt anyone else.
I still miss my Dad. It's been almost 19 years.
The second ... My dad had a 1991 Cougar XR7, a bada$$ car. His pride and joy, as all of us kids had either finally moved out or were working/self-sufficient, and he could finally buy something for himself. That was the car he passed away in.
My mom got the car, of course. My sister still lived at home. They would occasionally drive the car, so it wouldn't just sit. My sister liked a guy my Dad couldn't stand. One day, this guy asked my sister if she could pick him up and take him to work, as his normal ride wasn't available. She took the Cougar that day to pick him up. When he got in, the car started making a 'ding, ding, ding' noise, like when the door isn't shut, or the seatbelt isn't engaged. They tried everything to make it stop - open and shut the doors, buckled all the seat belts (even those in the back seat), turned the car off and re-started it - nothing worked. The car kept making the 'dinging' noise all the way to his work. When he got out of the car, the 'dinging' noise stopped. He never got in the car again, and the car never did that again. He swore it was my Dad, voicing his displeasure that the guy rode in 'his' car. Knowing my Dad, it could have been! It never did work out between my sister and that guy.
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