You visited me in my dreams again last night. We talked and laughed. I shared with you about my days at work and how Alexa and I are kickboxing every week. I even showed you my bruised shins as proof I can still kick hard at 48 years of age.
I heard your laugh again. I saw your smile as if you were sitting on my couch in front of me. It lit up the room as it always had. It was real. You were there.
It ended with you standing in your living room, where your hospital bed used to be, but this time you were healthy and happy. You were staring at an old photo of you and mom with all of your grand-babies shaking your head with a big smile saying, “Man they are beautiful.”
I woke at 4:00am with tears streaming down my face, with a gut wrenching grief and heartache. Disbelief hit me again and I whispered, “I can’t believe you are gone dad.”
Then I felt you say “I am here.”
I have heard people say they can see their loved one in their dreams. They can sense they are with them. I have experienced this now several times.
Thank you for visiting me in my dreams pops.
Lisa
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