Two year's ago my father passed. He was in a lot of pain before he died so it was really hard on me to see him go like that. While at the service the next night I tried to be strong for everyone but after a while I had to walk outside. I did'nt want people to see me lose it.

I had been outside for only a few minutes when I heard his voice just like he was right beside me. I heard him say, "I'm alright now. I'm not hurting anymore and I'm with mom and dad so don't you cry for me, son, we will see each other again."

A great sensation of love washed over me and I knew that he was home.