| Andy, I agree. These dreams I have come to realize as visitations are so vivid, they never dim in memory. Even a dream I had when my dad passed 51 years ago is still as clear as ever, his smile and his hug right there in front of the church where his funeral was held. He told me he loved me, turned and said he had to go back. But his smile was brilliant, no sadness at all. He was happy and I had to look at it that way although my heart was broken. There were times he wasn't the best husband to my mother but she loved to the very end, talked about him a few days before she died. I know in my heart they are together 'out there' somewhere. If not for having to leave my daughter behind I would pray to join them soon! |
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