I'm a real
estate agent. About a month prior to my father's death a family acquaintance had
expressed the wish to purchase an apartment. I had then taken her out on a tour
of a few units available on the market until she selected one that was
particularly nice. As this acquaintance is very close to my parents, of course
my father wanted to make sure that she was fully happy and satisfied with her
choice as well as with my services. Had it not been for his illness, he would
have come along to inspect the unit himself prior to her making the offer.
Even when he
was on his deathbed, my father asked if the apartment was nice and I did
reassure him in this particular respect several times. The offer was subject to
the acquaintance obtaining bank financing with the subject removal scheduled for
Tuesday, April 27, 1999 . My father died on Monday, April 26, 1999 . As there
was an appointment already scheduled with the banker, notwithstanding my
father's death I informed the acquaintance that there was no point in delaying
the meeting and that we should have gone ahead with the removal of the subject.
We then went
to the bank. The manager, who also knew my Dad and was told of his passing,
expressed his condolences. He then proceeded to inform us that everything was
fine and that he was simply waiting for one final document to come before giving
us the green light. While he was explaining to my client all the various
mortgage clauses I looked up and ... right behind the bank manager there he was
... my Dad . He was dressed up in his regular clothes, looked a bit younger ,
was all smiles and nodded his head in approval while looking at me.
Telepathically - that is without moving his lips - he told me that I would not
have removed the subject that day but the following day, April 28, 1999 - his
birthdate. Dad looked 'luminous' : I could see him clearly but also I could see
through him. His eyes were staring at me. They did not blink ( I was looking
straight at them all the time ). He looked radiant and happy.
speechless, stupefied and white as a sheet ! The manager turned around to see
why I was staring at the wall with my mouth open. He then asked if I wanted a
glass of water. The acquaintance too asked if I was feeling well. Neither of
them, of course, saw my father.
My father was
still there and gradually dissipated into thin air. The last ones to go where
his eyes still looking intently, deeply, intelligently and happily at me. Sure
enough the missing document did not come that day but the day after. It was not
a problem to extend the deadline of one day. On my father's birthday the
transaction was finalized.