One more thing. My Dad was stricken with Parkinsons. He was a great man. After he died I had dreams of him . I think they were from God. My dad is in his 40s in those dreams. I can hear him. He is so wonderful in those dreams., I wake up disappointed I can’t keep talking to him but I will.
Had the same after my father died.
I saw my dad on his riding mower in my parents’ yard as I was turning in the drive-not long after he died. He had on his summer hat and seersucker shirt, waving and grinning at me and looking happy as can be.
Sometimes, out at that house-now belonging to one of my siblings-all the kitchen cabinets end up being open. We think it’s our mother, encouraging us to cook.
I so want those dreams about my dad. I want him to come into my dreams. It hasn’t happened yet.