I awoke the yesterday morning and it’s been a race for me to write what happened because I must tell you that I dreamt of my Dad last night. In fact, my dream was so very real that I am still reeling this morning. I dreamt that the phone rang and when I answered it, it was my Dad. And at first I thought my sister had found a recording of a message that my Dad had left, but it wasn’t. It was my Dad talking to me, calling me. And I was so overwhelmed that at first, once I realized it, I was quiet. But then, we began to talk. It was his voice, strong and clear, not the voice that is left on my answering machine which is raspy and weakened as it was when he was in the hospital. It was the voice of my Dad that I remember.
And you know why he called me? He wanted me to know that my tests came back normal and he was so happy that they had. And as I sit here weeping while my fingers try to keep up with the words that I want to share with you, I want to you know that I truly, in my heart, feel like he called me in my dream. I can’t explain it nor will I try. It matters not to me if you believe that I believe that he really called me. But he did. I am softened by his words, I am feeling peaceful. I am grateful.
Has this ever happened to you with a loved ones who has passed away?
Thanks for letting me share.
P.S. Fact is, my tests did come back normal! 🙂
P.P.S. I wrote this post the other day, but had to let it marinate for a few days.