My father visited me three months after he passed. I saw him right in front of me in my house in Sarasota, Florida. He looked about thirty years younger than when he passed in his seventies. He looked so real, I screamed, because at first I thought this vision was an intruder. As I did so, he instantly disappeared and I realized what had just occurred. I've been so grateful for this, and wished he'd revisit all these years since. Am now in my eighties, but he has not reappeared except in dreams.
