Something similar to this happened to me.
My Mom and I had a fight over my boyfriend one night, and I was about to go to my room, but she managed to get me to stay in the living room.
That night we had a house fire. The smoke alarm didn't catch it, but I heard it in the attic.
I think if I had gone to my room, we both would've died. Kinda made me open my eyes a bit to the same lesson you learned. =D
Hope your dad really is okay! It's good that God was probably just teaching y'all a lesson instead of actually taking him away. =D