I too believe my Dad did too. I was with my Mum when she died. She was 93 and was very active but in her last week she didn’t want to get out of bed. My husband had left to drive a short few miles to get a shower attachment to make it easier to shower. As I sat next to her on the bed, she said to me I’ve been remembering a lot of old hymns that my Aunties used to sing to me. One was the Old Rugged Cross. And she hummed it as I sang quietly with her. I also noticed that the Bible I had given her was on her bedside table. Then she said. I had a dream. I asked what about? She said it was a room and those Aunties were in that room smiling and singing. Those Aunties were beautiful Bible believing Christians. I had my head down, perhaps wiping a tear as I cannot remember but she was reaching out to me and couldn’t say anything and I realised she was in trouble. My husband heard me screaming out and I saw his head pass by her window as he rushed into her room. She had gone as I held her up. Too quick for me and there has been multiple times since I have needed her wise words, comfort, wanted just to talk with her, laugh, cry. But I believe God chose me to be with her in her last moments and I’m so thankful. I believe she’ll be there when it’s my time to join her and my Dad and others that have gone before. There is always Hope. But put your Hope in Jesus Christ and cling to that ‘Old Rugged Cross’.