The Night That My Father Died
The night that my Father died
Written By D.A.M
October 11, 2009 (6:17pm)
The night that my father died
caught me
completely by surprise
And yet such a strange
feeling
came over me that night
And I wanted to call him
at home in an instant
But it was already Ten O’clock
And I knew that he
would be
in bed for the night
So I made the decision to wait
Because I didn’t want to wake him
Because I knew that he was already asleep
But something happened to me that night
That I will never ever forget
Because right before
it was Ten O’clock
I had an eerie feeling come over me
Because I could feel his presence
as if his spirit came to me to let me
know
That he was going away
so that he could be with all of
his loved ones in Heaven that night
And nearly twenty years have
come and gone since then
And I will never forget
that night when my Father died
Because right before he made his ascension
into Heaven I could feel him
as he kissed my forehead and said goodnight
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