My dad passed away November 28th, 2012. This might end up being a long story but I promise its a good one. That is if you believe someone that had passed on can steal reach out to you.
I was 17 years old, a high school senior, when my dad passed away. We new it was coming months ahead of time. I heard nurses say ‘he has about a week or two left’ probably three or four times. He stayed as long as he could.
I remember him asking us who the little boy was in the room when there was no little boy. Recently I read about death bed visitors and I think that might have been the little boy for my dad.
A death bed visitor is typically someone you know who has already passed on that comes to you right before you die to help you through the process.
I don’t know who the little boy was but I think he helped my dad get to where he needed to go.
Fast forward 10 years to the beginning of 2022. I’ve been working at a bank for about three years. I sat with many people on a daily bias and pull up their profile which shows their birthdays.
A new girl started and I found out she has the same birthday as my dad. September 21st.
One day, like any other, I started sitting down with people. In the morning, I sat with someone with the same birthday, September 21. In the afternoon, I sat with another person with the same birthday, September 21.
Interesting coincidence but I didn’t think too much of it until the evening rolled around and a third person came in with the same birthday, September 21.
At this point I had to tell someone so I told the customer ‘you are the third person today that has come in with your birthday.’ This is where things get crazy. His response “I wonder what the universe is trying to tell you.”
Hmmm… Good question. What is the universe trying to tell me?? I went home and told my husband that I think I need to visit my dads grave.
The next day, there is it again, September 21st. We went to his grave but nothing happened… A couple days go by and I see it again.
What the heck could this mean?? I’ve been working at this bank for 3 years and I have seen my dads birthday more times in the last two weeks than I have over the 3 years.
Then my sister texted me. “Do you have $16,000 in the bank?” She said. ‘Why are you asking???’
“Pepere is selling the Corvette and he wants to know if you would buy it”
What?!
Pepere is my grandfather. My dads dad. They built that corvette together and have had it for years.
I have a memory of my dad driving me to softball practice in the corvette with the music blasting, probably some Metallica or something like that. I got out of the car without the music being turned down, shut the door, and he sped off. I know he was showing off that car for everyone to see.
I ended up visiting my grandparents house to check out the corvette. It had been a couple years since I’ve seen them due to covid. My Memere looks a lot older. She lost a lot of weight. Her memory wasn’t great. She started trying to give me everything that was in their house.
My Pepere showed me the car. He told me stories about building the corvette and showed me pictures of the process along the way. We went to my grandparents house about three or four times before we actually brought the Corvette home on April 20th, 2022.
About a month later, I was back at work, a day just like any other day but today I see my sisters name pop up on our phones. I thought ‘that’s weird.’
Hello?
“Are you around any customers right now”
No, why whats going on?
“pepere died.”
…
Im going to call you back on my cell phone…
This was a crazy moment. I was just with Pepere. He looked like he was doing better than Memere. How did this happen so fast?
My sister told me it happened too fast for anyone to get to him before he was gone. He died peacefully in the comfort of his own bed.
To recap this story, Christmas Eve 2019 was the last time I saw Pepere. In the beginning of 2022 I saw my dads birthday a bunch of times within a two-three week time span. So much so that I truly believe he was trying to tell me something.
I get the message from my sister that Pepere is selling the Corvette. In that moment I thought, my dad is telling me I need to buy the Corvette to keep it in the family.
Looking back on it now, I don’t think it was really about the Corvette. I think my dad new Pepere’s time on earth was running out and I got to spend time with him reminiscing about his life and the Corvette before he passed.
What do you think?