3:00 a.m. For some reason the familiar electronic sound of a push-button phone being dialed roused me from my sleep. The warm glow of the phone face on the night stand lit up quickly confusing my vision... wait quietly... nothing. Close my eyes, drift off momentarily, then I feel someone gently stroke my cheek. Instinctly I swat and think I actually touch something as it passes through my hand. The bed seems to settle as if someone sat at my side. Twilight sleep? Then a creeking floorboards arouses me again. 3:12 a.m. I think of Dad. There is a presence here in our home, but this is a new one and seems amazed by new technology. Welcome Friend.