Yes I have had some very strange things happen since my hubby passed 8 months ago. However I do believe in Spirits, and it sounds like your dad was letting you know he was there with you. But thats just my opinion. I just have had really neat things happen to me that I know was my hubby. I dont think your loosing it at all.

I am also one who believes in the afterlife and that our loved ones can (at times) communicate with us in many different ways....verbally, mentally, and physically.

For instance, my mom passed 2 weeks ago tomorrow. When I got home from the nursing home that night after signing the papers for the mortuary, I unlocked the door and walked in and in the middle of the living room floor, there was her favorite pen. She ALWAYS kept it up on the counter between the kitchen and living room and it was there when I left that day, I saw it (It's bright red) when I was looking for my keys. There is no rational or possible explanation for it being where it was. I truly believe that was a sign to me for me to know she is ok and *with me*. A few other little things have happened, but that was the most obvious and pronounced thing thusfar.

*Hugs* and my suggestion to you is to maybe keep your mind open to hearing from him and you will be able to see/hear more than you have. It's a comfort for sure.

Thank you both for responding. I would like to think it was my dad. Shortly after he passed I asked him to give me a sign, but I did not seem to get one so I gave up on the idea of it. I would like to think that was my sign.

I believe in such things personally and I am also part American Indian.

Us Indian folks believe that the dead come to visit you and that they often come to visit you to deliver some sort of a message to you. I've had this happen more than once, most of the time it is my late father that comes to visit me in my dreams.

I've only had the experience of both of them comes to visit me when I was in the hospital and near death. All of a sudden they they were, mother and dad side by side in the room with me.

I thought maybe I'd died myself and not knowing what to do, I called for a priest to deliver my last rites to me. The priest came and did just that and I lived through the ordeal that almost took my life (well I believe that I technically did die and was brought back to life by the doctors at the hospital).

I lived through peritonitis, something few people live to speak about, esp. people with other serious medical problems like I have.

I am still here for a reason. What that reason is, I don't know but I'm here and I know that my late parents are still around keeping an eye on me too.

I find it comforting to be honest with you and I never dismiss it and yes, that was you father that day! I have no doubt about it!! :)