It reads like your Dad is still around.Nice Debi - your Mom who wanted evidence delivered it to you instead.
When my Dad died I had two unresolved beefs with him - one was how years earlier when living at home I would turn on lights but not turn them off and the other was how he always wanted me to drive him places when he was quite capable of doing so himself.
After he died, I’d find the light inside my clothes closet turned on. When I’d quiz my roommates about it they’d call me forgetful because I was doing it myself. But I wasn’t because after the third occurrence I ensured before leaving for work that specific light was off. I also confirmed there wasn’t a second switch which might control the same light. But this continued even after both of my roommates moved and I lived alone.
On at least three occasions in just a couple of weeks while driving on the highway I saw other drivers glance over into my car passenger area and quite literally pull away from me with sincere looks of horror on their faces. I might not be handsome, but I’m not the Phantom of the Opera either. Something they saw in my car seemed to have scared them.
I still didn’t get the intent of the messages. Not until one morning when my alarm clock went off at 3:30. Thinking I accidentally mis-set the alarm, I immediately reset it for the right alarm setting. Exactly one hour later, the alarm went off again but my clock and the alarm both said 3:30 while the clock built into my TV cable box showed 4:30. It was at that moment that I acknowledged aloud that my Dad died at exactly 3:30 and the other two occurrences both stopped immediately.