When I was just a young boy, my father had to go to work on an emergency shift to fill in for another foreman at the wood plant. My mother was in the hospital because she had broken her leg.
I was at home alone with a friend, and my sister was across the street at her friends place.
I remember it as if it was yesterday. My buddy and I were watching tv, and talking about school, and teachers we didn't like.
I looked up to see my father standing in the hallway leading from the livingroom to the back rooms of the trailer. I did not see him come in, but figured that he had used the back door. He stood there for a moment, and then headed back to where I thought was his bedroom. The phone ring, and I thought he was going to answer it, but he did not, so I had to answer it. It was my mother calling from the hospital telling me that my dad was in ICU because he had fallen at work from a cat walk down to a pile of wood. he was in a coma.
I believe what I saw was his spirit and he was saying good bye. However, he did live, and is as far as I know, still alive today. (long story... havent spoke with him for over 20 years)