[Chris81]

I have recently subscribed to this forum, mostly to talk about my personal experience with afterlife.

My dad died less than a month ago due to a heart attack. We had been living together for the past 5 years and we were very close. He was a gentle soul who grew in the woods and was taking care of animals (even wild ones) and plants since he was a child. He was a sensitive introvert, but he could look "cold" to strangers and to me sometimes too. Through time, we developed a strong spiritual connection that didn't require many words. He died in my arms, but we were not able to say goodbye. Things could have gone differently that day, if I only knew, and it's hard not to think about it.

I'm a spiritual person, but at the same time a rational one, I don't easily get influenced by "signs": the idea that my brain could be searching for signs and finding some on his own, doesn't really make me feel better. I need clear signs to believe in something.

There was a bird visiting his window the day before his death. And also an episode where I was telling my dad I loved him, while driving home after his funeral, and a truck showed up right after in the motorway with a logo saying "we care for you" and an arrow pointing to the top right. Following the arrow, I saw a cloud with the shape of a man wearing a baseball hat: my dad used to wear one.

These signs for me are uncertain and I'm aware they could have something to do with me searching for a communication with my dad. We can all see what we want in clouds.

However, what happened exactly 3 weeks (21 days) after his death, has convinced me my dad came to visit home.

I woke up around 7 am and, at 7,30, I heard a noise coming from my dad's bedroom: his door was shacking like if someone was trying to open that door. I thought it could be my dog, but he was close to me. There was no wind, nothing that could make that door shake that way. The door closes pretty firmly and hasn't done that noise ever before. Only a person could move the door that way. I instinctly opened it and said: hello dad!

For the rest of the day, I felt like my dad was at home with me: his smell was there. Another "weird" accident was that when I passed near his gramophone (my dad was a collector of old radios and also had a gramophone) there was a sound coming out from it. Not a voice or anything I could understand, just a sound like a knock.

Later that night I took my dog out and, to my surprise, my bf called me at 10 pm telling me that the door was shaking again. I rushed home and I couldn't witness it anymore. My bf was scared and had locked himself in our bedroom. I later realized that my dad used to wake up at 7,30 am and go to bed around 10 pm.

Since that day, nothing similar happened again. I've been watching the door constantly, listening to his gramophone, but no sound was coming out of it.

I will keep an eye in the future, but I have the feeling that he came to visit to say goodbye the way he could.

I'm not asking anyone here to prove what I say is real or no, I would just like to know if people who had a similar experience find some pattern here and can tell me if this was either a farewell or a visit that could become frequent.