From Barbara:

About a year after my Dad crossed over, I attended a seance with a friend as "something to do on a boring night." The only person I knew there was my friend but part way through the evening we "made contact."

At this point I was quite skeptical about the whole session. With table thumps of one for yes and two for no, we went around the table to see who this contact was trying to reach. The yes came for me. Through questioning we discerned that the contact was my Dad and he was in distress. That was all. Now they had my attention.

Being what I consider a spiritual person, I just knew that my Dad needed prayer. I had never prayed so often and so hard for anyone as I did for my Dad.

Sometime later, one night, quite late, when my husband left our room for a short time, I felt him return and sit on the side of the bed. He placed his hand on my hip but when I looked I saw a hand in a black leather glove and I knew it was my Dad. He had very sensitive hands from his work as a brick layer using glass brick in a steel oven.

The message I received was, "It's OK now."

Then he stood and I seemed to drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew my husband was walking back into the room and he stumbled at the foot of the bed. In the morning I asked him what he tripped over and he said "I felt as if I bumped into someone."

I believe he bumped into my Dad