My father passed away suddenly from a brain aneurysm in 2002, I took care of most of the arrangements as my mother and sisters were just incapable of handling their grief and I was the only one that held it together. About 2 months after he passed away I had a visit from him. Sounds surreal but I was in bed, finally crying my heart out over losing him, and I felt a heavy weight on top of me, so heavy I couldn't move, I opened my eyes and flexed my fingers to make sure I wasn't dreaming. As soon as I realized it was my dad, the weight became comforting and I knew he was trying to tell me everything would be alright and he was in a good place. I fell asleep with him close to me. It happened again about 2 weeks later, I think he was just checking to make sure I was fine. It's never happened after those two "visits" but I really believe it was him. Hope you found the same comfort.