Taken from Newsletter Issue 55 - November 2007

My thanks to Andy for permission to submit this article for publication in the LPS News Letter. For those members who remember me; my main interest was UFO,s. I have seen them clearly twice, and submitted my experiences in LPS News Letters. To me they are tangible, inanimate objects. I believe that one day their occupants will reveal themselves to us when they feel we are ready to receive them. In the mean time they assist us through covert government arrangements. This priority of my interests suddenly changed position when my daughter suddenly passed away, aged only 49 years, and I was involved in an incident which occurred and was to me, as clear as crystal.

I will begin with a bit of her life background. Denise our daughter has a brother Jason who is 36 years old. She married, and had two sons, Keifer now 14 and Dylan 12 years. Denise lived in the USA for the 16 years. On May 5th. 2007 I phoned Denise and asked if I should come out on a visit; something I have often done. Normally she would give me a date when to book a ticket. This time she said, “Dad, wait a bit. I will let you know when to come.” Two weeks later I was taken completely by surprise on receiving a phone call at 3am on the 21st. May from Richard telling me that Denise was taken to hospital seriously ill with stomach cancer and was on a resuscitation machine. He asked if I could come out as soon as possible as the doctor did not expect her to survive the night, I was in total shock.

By the time I arrived in Vegas, Denise had passed on. I was at a complete loss. I felt I had let her down by not being there earlier; I should have been there days ago to comfort her through the last painful hours. Richard, Jason and the boys met me at the airport. They were a great comfort to me. That evening we sat around just making conversation. I got to bed around midnight feeling quite numb. Two of my friends had joined us so the house was quite full. We had to use the settees and floor to house all of us. I slept in Denise’s bed.

The following day we arranged for Denise’s cremation to be carried out in her local chapel because we had to return to our respective homes. We all stayed up very late discussing about what can be done for the future. Once we had said our goodbyes, I felt a burden of such grief as I have never felt before, even when my parents died. I switched on the television, but could not concentrate. About 5pm one of our longstanding family friends, Keith came to see if I was alright. He said if I was planning to stay for a few days. We spent some time talking about all the lovely times we had with Denise and the family and I felt the grief return once more.

An hour later I went to bed in Denise’s room to sleep in her bed. I felt quite drained, but after tossing and turning for a while I fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, I sat bolt upright on the bed. At the foot of the bed was Denise standing, smiling as clear and wholesome as crystal. “Dad, I am so sorry that I missed you, I was not able to wait, but everything is fine now”. I had so many questions I wanted to ask her but I was so cold, my lips could not move. She looked so beautiful in an orange dress with a purple top and a muslin white shawl flowing over her shoulders.

I tried to stand up, but as I did so, noticed Denise began to slowly fade from view. By the time I was fully on my feet, I saw her hand in a gesture of good bye. Then the room turned dark. I regained my body temperature and sat down. This was too real to be a dream. I couldn’t sleep any more; the time was now 3 am. I felt a great relief from my grief which had been weighing heavily on me and now, as time passes I feel I have accepted her departure from this earth. There was only one incident which occurred since then, but I can accept that this could have been in my mind. One night I lay on my back in bed. The room was dark, when I suddenly saw a white mist form on the ceiling and for a few moments I saw Denise’s face smiling down at me from the cloud. Nothing can convince me that the first apparition was not real.