I had come across some information in the last couple of months that made me immediately think maybe God or an Angel or Death agreed to give him exactly 10 more years to live than when he was supposed to go? I'll have to paint the picture and then I'd really like to hear some ideas on whether this could mean anything or if there were similar experiences?

Okay so my Dad had his first major heart attack when I was 9 - my Mum is very religious and she said that morning she woke up and saw a massive light like the sun was shining right into the room over her and Dad in the bed then a couple of hours after I was dropped off at school Dad had a heart attack and she called an ambulance. When I was brought home from school I was told of it and Mum showed me a black drawing of a skeleton hand on the ceiling above Dad's side of the bed with a pointed finger and she scrubbed and scrubbed and it took forever to come off. We took a photo of it and we still have it but its just so scary!

Well over the next year he had operations etc and his Cardiologist said he will only live another 3 years, he wasn't expected to make it past my 13th birthday.

Growing up my father was a prominent businessman and gave Mum and I a wonderful lifestyle, great house, lots and lots of travelling, etc but then when I was 12 years old we had to sell pretty much everything as he was too sick to work and the day we moved out was like a light switch was flicked - all of a sudden we were renting a terrible and small little cottage/villa type duplex (complete with roaches), then after a few years there we moved to an even worse and older home. We couldn't afford to go see my mum's side of the family overseas anymore - or go anywhere really.

It was literally like one day life was great and the next day it was like a totally different life, we didn't even have any of our old furniture we sold all that with the house and got cheaper furniture. I didn't recognise my life at all - it was psychologically tough for me at 12. Friends started bullying me and making fun of me that all of a sudden I had nothing and we lived in an old little tiny house. I moved to a capital city not long after I graduated high school to start working and earning money and my parents ended up in an even worse place after I left. My dad also got more sick and he also had to have his leg amputated - things just went from bad to worse for him (yes it affected us as we were a family of course but all these things would have affected my Dad physically and mentally more).

Cut to a few years ago and my Dad had his 5th and final heart attack and died 25 Sep 2009 around 3.30pm during a time where I was staying with them for a few months as my partner was away for the Army. I wasn't able to visit much in the years I was in a different city working but I was glad I all of a sudden could stay with them for a few months and spend a few weeks with him before he died.

A couple of months ago I was looking through old paperwork and old photos and I was searching for the wonderful home my parents had to sell when I was 12, the absolute turning point in my childhood, and saw listings information and it showed the sale date of the house which was ... 25 Sep 1999. I remember coming home that afternoon after school as Dad needed to grab a couple of more things (I didn't even know the house had sold) so it was around 3.30pm and I walked in to an empty home and then there was a knock at the door and it was the new owners asking why we were there because we should have been gone by the end of that day. I couldn't stop crying in the car on the way to our next home.

It was literally 10 years to the exact date and even close to the same time of day we moved out of that house and left everything behind and life was all of a sudden different. It also meant he made it past my 13th birthday and I got to have my father until young adulthood - his Cardiologist was always so surprised at the fact he made it past the year 2000.

My dad was a good man and so even if the whole "selling soul to the devil" thing is real I don't think that's what he did (plus don't you get an amazing life if you sell your soul?) but I think somehow there was an agreement made when it came to the time he was originally meant to go almost like he said "ill give up what I have, i'll struggle and i'll put up with deteriorating health - throw it at me!, as long as I can spend another 10 years with my wife and daughter" and I wouldn't be surprised if that happened, he was always making sure we were okay plus I was so young - I'm so happy he was able to stay around until I reached adulthood. I have no doubt he's in a great place now with no more sickness and pain.

Has anyone heard of such things as agreements with Death or an Angel etc to have another 10 years of life if you exchange all your blessings for a hard life but still living nonetheless? It's just so weird that my childhood turning point and when he was supposed to be dead by (the second heart attack was supposed to be it for him) to when he actually died was 10 years to the hour.

Was something special meant to come out of this?