Yooper,
My sincerest sympathy on you and your family's loss. My own Father passed last August rather unexpectedly. He went into the hospital with a skin infection in his leg, developed sepsis and suffered a massive heart attack (his third). Something told me that I needed to be there when he went into the hospital, and i'm glad I dropped everything and drove the seven hours back to my home town to do that. I got to visit with him the day before and he seemed fine. Joking, watching preseason football and being his typical Dad-self. My Mother had just visited him that morning and I was going in that afternoon. I'd stopped at a restaurant to grab a bite of lunch when we got the call that he'd passed. It pretty much floored us. As the executor of his will, there was a ton of paperwork to investigate, go over and file. My Mother was in no condition to do it all so most of the grunt work fell to my Sister and I. The family did their best to help with all of that. I'm sure yours is doing the same.
Know this. Just after I returned home to my Wife and children, I was watching the baby in our living room. She was about a year and a half old at the time and was playing with some of her toys while I drank my morning coffee. Out of the blue, she stood up and came over to the sofa where I was sitting, saying, "Grandpa!" She repeated it several times when she climbed into my lap. At the time, I just chalked it up as being odd and didn't think anything more of it.
Later that afternoon, my Wife and I had gone out grocery shopping. When we got home, our oldest Daughter (who was babysitting for us) told us that she'd taken the baby to the changing table to change her diaper. She said that the baby was staring up at a corner of the ceiling and started saying, "Grandpa!" She said that the baby wouldn't stop giggling and laughing, and said that it was the strangest thing she'd ever seen. I hadn't told anyone about what the baby had said to me earlier that morning.
You might call us crazy, but we really do believe we had a little visit from my Father. I firmly believe that there is something after death, although i'm not quite sure what. What I do suspect is that we have the ability to return after we've died and crossed over, and that Dad paid us a little visit to check up on how we were all doing.
Upon telling my Mother about this, it was enough to help her perk up a little and now she's relocating down to our neck of the woods in Florida to be close to her youngest grandbaby, our Daughter.
I can offer you my empathy as well as my sympathy. It is a tremendous loss, yet you will find your way through it. Keep an eye out for signs that he's around, and know that he's looking out for you as much as you think about him.
