My father died in my arms six months ago. We were in the driveway at my home, working on my truck. He took a moment to slide out from under to go smoke a cigarette.
After a few minutes I began to hear him cough. He steadily began to cough harder. I called out, "dad are you okay?"
Then I heard him moan in pain. I slid out from under the truck just in time to see him collapse while gripping his left arm.
There was a look of shear agony on his face, he was having a heart attack.
I rushed over knowing I had no time to call an ambulance. I held him and tried to resuscitate him as best as I could, but it was no use.
I felt the weight of his body press down into me as he went limp and slipped out of the realm of the living.
I weeped for a long time before I called the authorities.
Today I was cooking dinner for my family when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. It was strange, we never had visitors this time of day, much less on a Sunday.
I wiped off my hands on a rag then walked towards the door. When I opened the door I was met by a man I had never seen before. He had on a white t-shirt and khakis. He was barefoot as well.
On his head he wore a ball cap.
There was something strange about the ball cap though, like I had seen that exact one before. As I looked closer I realized it was my dad's.
The unmistakable oil stains smeared across the John Deere logo and the fishing hook brand on the brim was enough evidence for me.
From behind me I heard my wife call out, "who is it?"
I said not to worry and to just give me a minute.
I gazed at the man's pale skin and returned to his piercing blue eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The man bowed his head, and I noticed tears falling from his eyes.
"I don't know why I'm here," he said, "all I know is that your father is safe, and happy."
At the sound of this I fell to my knees and began to cry. I noticed the man start to walk away. After a moment I looked up to find that he had disappeared.