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Originally Posted by YorkieMom55  I feel it's comforting to dream about those who are dear to us. My dad was young like yours when he passed. He was 48. For a long time the only image I would have of him in my dreams was in the background, thin and sick. Now when I dream of him, we are together and he stands tall and strong like I wished to remember him. I dream about my dad more around the holidays and birthdays. He's been gone 28 yrs but I still treasure any dream-time we have together.
My boss passed away 7 yrs ago, he was a good friend. Last week I had a dream about him and we were just spending a day at work. I felt so good the next day, it was great to remember him again.
So, enjoy your dreams. I think it's great that you're having them. |
It is very hard to loose a father, im sure you know everything that I went through and still go through. A day does not pass that I dont think of him. I love hearing that you have better dreams of your father now, it is very special to have those dreams.
A couple months after his passing, I was still a wreck. I was sleeping, something woke me up, I sat up, my back to my headboard. For some reason I just sat there. My door was almost closed, it had a little crack, I looked I saw a white blury image. I just sat there, the white blury image came closer to me, it came in my room. Then I saw my Dad's face on this white blur, I then realized this was MY DAD. He came closer, all the way up to me. he stopped and looked at me. I thought I was dreaming, I pinched myself, I felt it. I knew I wasn’t dreaming. I asked my Dad, “why did you leave me, I miss you so much.” He said “ its ok, I am always here, I am always around you, I love you.” When he was saying this his mouth wasn’t moving, it was like his words were transferred in my head..( he use to always make a fist and touch the side of my face with it) he then touched the side of my cheek. As SOON as he touch me I felt soo unbelievable, I felt loved, My whole body was at peace. Even my mind. That was it, after he touched me he went away, I watched him, I saw him go into my brothers room..
The next morning when I woke up I first asked my Mom or My brother if they had any dreams of Dad, they said No. I told my Mom what happened. She said that I was very lucky, she said my Dad knew I needed him, I needed to see him for the last time, and thats why he came to me.
I would give anything to have that happen to me again! To see his face and hear his voice, feel the touch was unbelievable!