I would like to explain a little history about my Dad's health before I go on. Going back to when I was 5 years old my Dad almost died from a massive heart attack. Some how he made it through but suffered substantial damage to his heart. I believe only about 40% of his heart was left working. So they had to do a quadruple bi-pass surgery in order to save his life. After the surgery he had been diagnosed with congestive heart failure and they honestly didn't expect him to live. We actually ended up going on a family trip to Hawaii so he could die in a peaceful place. He didn't end up passing and my Dad being the tough ol' bird he is ended up living 10 years passed what the doctors expected him to. He always told me I was the reason he was still around. My Dad and I were very close. We almost lost him a couple more times as I was growing up. One time he had to get gallbladder surgery and he almost died then too because of his weak heart. He always seemed to pull through though. Now jumping ahead to when I was 15 years old. It was a Friday and I had decided to spend the night at my friends house. Usually Friday's I would go over to my Dad's and spend the weekend with him but decided I to have a sleepover instead. (Now keep in mind I had always prayed that when my dad did died that he wouldn't be alone and that I wouldn't have to see it.) The night went great I was having a blast with my friend doing whatever 15 year old girls do. My dad had called me to say goodnight and little did I know this would be the last time I talked to him while he was alive. It is strange to me how perfect this last conversation was. He told me he just wanted to make sure he got a chance to say goodnight and that he loved me. We said butterfly kisses and hugs because that was our thing. Then my friend and I went to bed and before I knew it I remember my mom waking me up at 4 in the morning and I was so confused as to why she was there. She then told me that my Dad had just passed away. I didn't even cry at this point because I think I must have been in shock that this was really happening but also I felt that I needed to be brave because my Dad and I had actually talked about before. He in a way prepared me for it. I always knew that I wouldn't have my Dad in my life as long as other girls got to have theirs. But can you ever really be prepared to lose a parent, It was still really hard. So it turned out my dad had went out with a girl that was a "friend" and then they were getting it on and unfortunately my dad passed away during sex. Yep. My dad died during sex but knowing him I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted to go out any other way. I feel bad for the lady involved I'm pretty sure it traumatized her. Flash forward to about a week or so after my Dad's passing. Here is where the real freaky stuff happened. I was asleep and I had a dream but it wasn't like any dream I've ever had before or since. It was so weird I could see something in my minds eye I guess you could say. It was a light and that's all it was. It was my dad. I felt his presence so strong and it was right next to my head. I knew it was my dad not just intuitively but because he started talking to me in his voice. He said this, "I just came to let you know I'm ok. I want you to know that I love you so much and I couldn't be more proud of you. You need to continue to live your life without me now but I want you to live it to the fullest. I love you and I have to go now." I remember I was crying in my sleep as he was talking to me. I then woke up as soon as he finished his message and my face and pillow were wet and I was still crying. It was only about 3 or 4 am when this happened. I was overwhelmed by this and I ran to my moms room and told her what happened. I have never had an experience like this since and I am not the kind of person that has a lot of paranormal things happen to them. But this I know was real and I now know for sure there is life after death.