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This may be of interest to everyone..it sure got my attention.

My dad died in 1973, and in 1978, I experienced a “visitation” from him, and he was not alone. A visitation is different from a dream in that you see bright colors and can smell scents and detect temperatures of the air around you, that the people involved in the visitation are very clear to you, you see much detail and you can hear yourself and them speak to you very clearly,and they have a specific message to leave with you,and then the visitation ends.

I fell asleep one nite & immediately I was sitting at a picnic table in the center of the yard of my family home in Chicago...(in reality we were living in the Chicago suburbs.) We never owned a picnic table, but here I was sitting at one non-the-less. It was a sunny, warm day, you could feel the heat from the sun upon your face and smell the warm air,and all the colors were vivid and bright. First thing I remember is looking down at the picnic table and to the left. I noticed that I couldn't see the end of the table..it went through our yard, through the fence, across the street and through the house right across from ours. I then looked to the right of the table and noticed that the table went through the back of our yard, through the fence, through the alley and through the fence and the home behind our house. I then looked down in front of me at the table & noticed how very narrow in depth this table was..it was about 10-12” wide..and I commented out out to myself that if two people placed their folded hands on the table across from one another, their hands would almost touch. And then I looked up and saw my dad sitting across from me and he was smiling. (Before he died, he was very despondent..he died at age 53 from cancer.) To his right was standing a tall man, with white hair in a dutch boy haircut down to to his earlobe, and he was wearing a white collared short sleeve dress shirt and white pants. I noticed that he was standing soo very close to my dad that this man's lower left arm was almost pressing against my dad's upper right arm,and I commented out loud that you could barely pass a piece of paper between their arms, the man was standing that close. The face of the man literally glowed, and I get the instant impression that this was my dad's guide, his Guardian Angel. And then I looked directly at my dad as he said to me, “Joan, death isn't what you think it is.” And I noticed that his lips weren’t moving as he spoke, that I could hear his words in my head,and I said out loud to myself, “wow~ my dad is speaking to me telepathically.” And then I said out loud, “well, what do I think death is??” And then the visitation was over and I woke up.

Well, five years passed after this visitation & I felt that there was more to this visitation than the words my father spoke to me. What was the message behind the symbolism behind the very, very narrow dimension of the depth of the picnic table? What was the message behind the symbolism of my not being able to see a beginning or end to the picnic table? And I couldn't’ figure it out, until one day when it come to me like a bolt of lightening. The meaning of the never ending picnic table is that when our loved ones and friends depart from us, this is permanent and never ending. The meaning of the very,very narrow depth of the picnic table,and I could hear my father's voice saying this in my head, is that “though we may be departed from you, WE ARE ALWAYS NEAR.” (I then understood that symbolism of two folded hands across from one another, and how these two hands almost touch, but not quite.”)

I told this story to my family priest and to a few psychics and they felt that this, indeed, was a visitation..it was too vivid, and the message left with me was very revealing. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before or since. I am so grateful. Thought I would share this experience with you all.