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They got married in August and they both died in August from the same illness 10 years apart. There is no bridge in this world, or the next that will stop a soul mate from crossing it. The last time I saw my dad alive was just before he died. With all his might he raised his hand to my mums face and looked her in the eyes and said these three final words, I love you. This is my story.

After all the paranormal experiences in my life, at 30 years old for some reason I don't know why, I just went into denial. I convinced myself everything that has happened to me, was just my imagination and nothing else. Death is final and I declared myself an atheist. I lived with this belief for about 4 years and was comfortable with accepting my life and this was the only journey for me. Well that was until I lost my dad to lung cancer in August 1999. My dad didn't really hold a strong opinion in regards to religion or if there was an after life. He was the type of person though who would have climbed Mt. Everest if that was required to let you know he's still around. He would do anything to get a message to my mum that he was ok.

When I lost my dad it was upsetting, I grieved but I was not over sensitive, not looking for signs or proof that he was still around. I just took comfort in the fact he was not suffering anymore. Mum was taking it pretty hard, they got married in August 1958 mum was just 17years old. From that point on until now he was her whole world. Knowing how desperate mum was to hear from him, one night as I was laying in bed contemplating my pre-atheist beliefs, I decided to use a method I had practiced when I was younger to enhance my physic ability. I believe now "present time" that's when we dream our spirit controls our thought process and there are ways to receive and converse messages from beyond. I have had premonitions that saved my life and have over the years also been visited by spirit guides.[Getting back to this method] as I meditated myself into a deep sleep, I focused on looking at the back of my hands, This part of our body we never normally see when we are dreaming then suddenly dad appeared" I believe I crossed over to the spirit world", To describe what I did I consciously fooled my sub conscious and could see as clear as you can see round your room right now. But, at the same time I was in a deep sub conscious state. First thing he said was, you did it son, and we embraced. He said tell your mother I love her. We talked for a little while, then I remember saying, dad how do I validate this dream? Don't forget 10 minutes before this dream I was an atheist. He paused for a moment and said just mention Harry and Edna. Then, looking to my right a bright light was coming towards me I knew I was overstaying my time.

The next day with a look of clarity I told mum what happened. She confirmed the dream with a surprised look on her face, and said she knew Harry and Edna. They were temporary carer's for dad when he was fourteen.

After that dream things started to happen. A few weeks after dad passed, I was in my room not quite asleep but almost. All of a sudden someone I presumed (dad) just sat straight down on the bed, I felt the bed lower and then sometime later rise. I dismissed it as paranormal and more probably caused by a nervous twitch in my leg which perhaps caused my leg to jolt the bed. "Not out of denial just yet". Then most nights just as I was about to fall asleep, I would jump in bed quite suddenly. The walls would creek with quite an explosion, sometimes repetitive all night long. Sometimes from my bedroom I could see shadows walking up and down my hallway. My youngest son also started seeing things including ghosts. He was so frightened my wife often slept with him.

Another night, my bedroom door (with a towel one side and jumper on other) slowly opened up, all the windows were closed so there was no draft and I have lived here for 17 years. It just doesn't happen, period. Next day I held a normal size fan up to the door and put it on high speed. The door didn't move. That night lying in bed with the walls banging every couple of minutes, I said dad if that is you could you bang three times then stop and I will acknowledge that you are there. Sure enough with about 5 seconds in between, the walls banged three times then they stopped for the rest of the night.

That was the start and still is a way that I can communicate with him from time to time. Over the years and including just before my mum died, he visits now and then to let me know something is about to happen. The walls banged just before my cousin, uncle, and niece died. You could imagine how I felt three days before I lost my mum when the wall started to bang. She had terminal lung cancer at the time and was in palliative care.

There are many other little odd things that happened after dad died, But the one thing that really convinced me and totally restored my faith, was the night I saw my dad outside my bedroom window. My window is probably 6ft high and 8ft long. I was lying in bed and staring outside when suddenly I could see a light against my colour bound fence. At first I thought it was a reflection from the street light but then it moved off the fence and moved towards me. My heart was pounding as he got closer; I knew it was a relation but not sure if it was dad. Before he died dad had a chubby face and this face now drawing closer was skinny. His body also was slim and though now I regret it, I got up and walked out of my room.

The next day I went to my mum's room and told her what happened. She showed me her wedding photo" my god" that was my dad he had a skinny face and a lean figure when they got married.

In 2007 one night as I was asleep, a spirit guide came to me in a dream, and said your mum is sick. When my dad died my mother was living with a broken heart, in 10 years she never once went out looking to rebuild herself in any way. She never complained and after begging her to go to the doctors she refused. I expressed my concern to the rest of my family and told them about my dream. In desperation I made this chilling prediction mum would not be with us in 2 years but still no luck. I still carry guilt for not trying hard enough but I'd realized" mum was dying from a broken heart and was aching to be with her soul mate". She was waiting for her time and left it up to fate.

January 2009 as I was sleeping, my spirit guide had returned. He said bluntly to me, your mother is going to suffer. The next day as I was taking my mum to the doctors she told me about a dream she had that on the same night. A little dark person told her she would be better off in the spirit world. That evening was the beginning of a cruel battle with cancer. Over the next 7 months it is too painful to write about what she went through. But what I will tell you is this. She kept her dignity and would not bow down to this living evil that was slowly taking her life. She never lost her humour either, she told me one day with a cheeky grin on her face that she was going to haunt me" god love her". Three days before she died the wall started to bang I knew that dad was coming to take her. On the day she died, just moments before, I held her hand and said; Go to him mum your heart will fill with joy. Your soul mate has returned and your kingdom awaits. Mum passed away moments later, it was on a Thursday in August 2009. The cancer eventually broke down her body but it never ever broke her spirit.

Seven days had passed and no knocks on the wall, lying in bed crying I felt so alone. When you lose your mum it hurts you to the core of your being. When all of a sudden not only in my room, but through the whole house the walls were banging as loud as ever, knock after knock. I knew dad and mum were here the banging was so loud. My wife who was in another room came to me and wanted to know what was happening. I'd shared my soul with her for the last 20 years, she only had to look at me and she knew.

Later that night I felt my mum sit on my bed, I felt her hand touch my face, a touch that a child never forgets. God had blessed me with one more goodbye. I said mum, I know it's you, please don't let my energy keep you bound to me. You have suffered enough, go now where the days are like minutes and the nights are like seconds. Although I could not see or hear her, I could feel her love as she was waving me goodbye. They have not been back since. May their souls entwine in eternal bliss.