My dad and I weren't very close as I grew up. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was sixteen. It was a hard time for us. My dad remarried and moved away with his new wife. I didn't talk to him for 5 years, but I did send him a record of the song "Daddy's hands." One day my dad's wife passed away with cancer, and he decided to move back to his home state. I tried to become close with my dad but it was hard to do. One day I was cooking dinner and the phone rang and I knew already something was wrong because all day I had a feeling in my stomach that just didn't feel right. My sister-in-law said, "your dad is in the hospital and they think its a heart attack" and I knew I had to go. So as I got to the hospital my brother and aunt were leaving, and they said that it was just indigestion. But when I saw him I couldn't leave. I had a bad feeling. So the doctors did more tests, found a blocked artery and decided to do surgery right then to unblock it. So I called everyone back. But before he went into surgery I told him I loved him for the first time in many, many years. Well, my dad went home, but a week later my dad died at home. Oh how I hurt for all the things I wished I could have said. But at the funeral they played my song "Daddy's Hands," and a few weeks later I had a dream or vision and there was my dad on a boat in his suit and a red rose in his pocket and I was there and he said to me, "I love you." It was hard for me to deal with his death, but I know now he is in Heaven. And it bought me peace to see my dad. Pamela M. Peck

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