Maybe I saw my dead father... but I can't believe it now
(posted originally on Bubblews)

When my father died, in the night before his funeral, I woke up feeling someone was tucking me in. As I was opening my eyes I saw a male figure leaning to me, my father figure, or at least that was what I interpreted it. It was just a shadow. When I ended opening my eyes he disappeared.

That day, it was 15 year ago, I was sure that it was him. It comforted me and made me endure the funeral with almost no tears.

But with time, I started to think of the all experience has a trick from my brain.
I was in pain that day.

Suffering the lost of a loved one, and my brain gave me something to comfort me, to make me overcome the pain, to give strength to survive and to live.