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Susan is from England. She lost her lovely dad in March 1972. His death was very unexpected. She shared her story with me:

Dad was only 55 when he died. I was married at the time, but it was before my children came along. My son, Jon, was born two years later and my daughter, Nicky, followed in 1978.

The birth of my daughter was not an easy one. The doctors decided that I needed to have an emergency Caesarean and after 12 hours of labour I was ready to be knocked out, but something went terribly wrong and I didn’t lose consciousness straight away. I’ve since learned this was a common occurrence at that time. I remember a nurse checking my eyelids and saying I was out, but I wasn’t. I desperately tried to convey to her with my eyes that I was totally aware of what was happening, but she didn’t understand because I was immobilized by relaxant drugs. I actually felt the scalpel slice me open and it was the most horrific pain I’d ever felt in my entire life. It was so unbelievably severe that I remember praying to God for death and so oblivion—anything to get away from the pain.

That’s when it happened. Suddenly everything went black. I seemed to be drawn into a swirling tunnel with strange music and almost immediately I was aware of my dad speaking to me. I could feel his presence and was stunned that I was meeting up with him again. I remember asking him for proof of the afterlife and also asking him if he was happy.

Dad provided the proof with the words to a popular song at that time. Don’t ask me how I knew, but I was certain the words were correct and we sang the song together and somehow were accompanied by the music too! Other proofs were provided, as well.

But no sooner had we met up then it was over. I was back in the tunnel again, but this time I was being drawn back out. I could once again hear the strange tunnel music and then I was aware of the nurse leaning over me and checking my eyelids and trying to bring me round. She kept telling me that I had a beautiful baby daughter, but I was unable to react to the news. It felt as though she was on the other side of a veil—close yet far away.

Then I was aware that Dad was walking beside me as they were wheeling me out of the theatre. I could feel him holding my hand as he was walking beside the trolley. I was in so much pain that I was pleading with him to let me go with him, but I knew I was being sent back. Then it felt that I had been ‘pinged’ back to reality and right away he was gone. And for the life of me I couldn’t remember the words to the song or what the other proofs had been.

The nurse was still trying to bring me round by telling me about my daughter. Apparently the medical staff had been aware that I had been ‘somewhere else’ and she asked me who I had been talking to. I told her it was my dad who had passed over some years before. The look on her face was priceless!

This was the beginning of many spiritual wonders concerning my dad. I am closer to him now than I was at any time during his lifetime and when I’m going through rough patches and want answers I know he will come to me either in dreams or I will feel his presence around me, which gives me a lovely glow and feeling of great peace.

I’ll never forget the day my special ‘angel’ held my hand.