My dad was well into his 80’s when he began to slow down. He was independent and still lived in the house he built. He was alone. Mom died years ago and Dad was still kicking and doing fine.
I lived in Canada about 5 hours away by car. My brother and sister just three minutes away from him in opposite directions. My sister would cook dinner for him nightly, my brother made sure he had his meds every day. My sister-in-law did his laundry and when home, I’d clean the house and stayed with him.
He was as independent as possible to the last and we were all happy about that.
Dad was an optician whose career started in the 1930’s under the watchful eye of his uncle, named Morris. He lived with his Uncle Morris and Aunt Helen while his own mother was in a sanitarium for TB. He became his Uncle Morris’s apprentice. He loved making glasses and the two worked together until his uncle died in the late 1940's. Dad worked for others and eventually owned his own business and retired in the 1970’s.
In August 2001 my Dad attended the funeral of his last brother, Morris. (Yes, he had a younger brother named after his Uncle Morris)
Within days of his brother’s funeral, Dad was in the hospital for observation and tests because he was not well. I drove like a maniac to get home hoping I would be in time to say goodbye. The tests showed his heart was about gone and his hours were limited. We said goodbye and he left us in the night.
I stayed at Dad’s house while we planned the funeral. I was having weird dreams, as one would expect to have when you are upset. I awoke (or dreamed I awoke) in my Dad's empty house but I was standing in my Dad's kitchen....
I was standing in the kitchen leaning on the sink and I could hear dad’s footsteps coming from his bedroom.
He came around the corner looking taller, more rested than I’d seen him in years and dressed as he would every day. I didn’t speak; I shrugged and raised my eyebrows as if saying, “what’s up”? He responded saying “I didn’t know it was Morris” and then poof he was gone.
When I shared this “dream” or “vision” with my brother he told me he worried about Dad at his brother Morris’s funeral. My father was 88, hard of hearing and frail. Dad attended the funeral and seemed to enjoy the family get-together that celebrated Morris’s life. My brother was worried because he thought Dad was acting strange and confused. My brother said dad keep asking where his brother Morris was?
((Um…he’s dead, dad…))
My brother suggested Dad thought it was his Uncle Morris’s funeral, not his brother’s. I have to agree.
So, in that one moment in time, in those few seconds of that sunny August morning, while standing in his kitchen in my sleep, my dad showed up and told me he’d already seen his brother.
The feeling of peace he left with me told me he was in a good place and not alone.
Thanks Dad!
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She'd had Alzheimer's for many years, so it was wonderful to see her bright, alert and happy again.
What a wonderful and touching story! So thoughtful that he came and gave you peace of mind. It is just so incredible to hear this story.
wishes~Jules
The pictures were good, and your memories will always be special to you Marilyn.
I had a dream when my grandpa passed away in 1988.... I was only 10 and he was more than my Grandpa... he was like a dad, my hero, my best friend. I felt a lot of guilt because he died outside at the woodpile stacking firewood and he had asked me earlier to come out with him and help and I didn't want to.
I had a dream about him about a year later where I was in my house and grandpa was there. He said he had to "go" and I cried and grabbed onto him and told him I needed him and he couldn't leave me. I wanted him to stay. I looked up into his eyes... they sparkled and there was such a peace and joy in them I was instantly calmed. He smiled at me with such a beautiful smile and said, "It's okay Molly. I have to go, but it's okay. I'm okay! You need to let me go."
I woke up right after that. I rarely remember my dreams and when I do it never feels very real.... things are always really different. Like the house I live in will be one I've never recognized or there's people there that I don't know. It's just always "different." This dream was so vivid, so true to life, so real to me I woke up with tears of joy believing (and I still do) that God knew my guilt and pain over my grandpa dying and how close we were. I was closer to him than anyone else in my life.... even now there's no one in my life I can compare that relationship to. I truly believe God sent my grandpa to make me feel better and know that he wasn't upset with me for not going out there that day.
I still feel guilt sometimes and anger with myself over not going out there. I feel like I let my grandpa die alone and of all the times in my life when I've wondered if I could go back in time and change just one thing.... it always goes to that one day when I would for anything in the world be by my grandpa's side when he died.
~blessings~
I recounted a dream I had of my husbands mom who was planning on going through hip surgery, and I dreamed seh went into the hip surgery and in my bumbling way I told my husband she had the surgery and died, I've been having feeling like this a lot but it was so wiertd and so real, and I could envision his siter calling us telling us his mom passed away on the table, i tld him she's not supposed to have the surgery
Later down teh road she did cancel it he never told her what I dreamed, and I am glad he didn't but she was told by her cardiologist that if she went through with the hip replacement surgery she would most likely not come out alive.
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My son, my daughter and my sister all later related that they had been visited by a very persistant dancing blue beautiful light. All 3 were home and had been phone of my mom's passing. All were preparing to leave the next morning to come be at the funeral and all were dealing with her loss in their own way. My sister in Tennessee. My son at our home in Mead, WA and my daughter 2 miles away at her home. I don't know if others had seen this or not but these three had and all told me this at different times and did not know the other two had experinced a pretty blue bobbing light. All said they felt it was Mom or "Granny" and they were left with a sense of peace and all was okay with her. I think she visited me in a different way via a music CD and she told me she was Okay. It was sense of wonderful peace and whenever I hear that particular song or music now I think of mom. I had a similar experince with dad.
Yes I think our loved ones can or are allowed to communicate at times After all that which leaves the body is spirit. The body sleeps, the spirit does not.
I'm a strong believer in God. Not a religious man, but a sincere Christian. I have some memories that go back to early childhood ( 3 year old and even younger ). But memories or dreams of talking with Dad or Mom, after death, seem to be blocked from my concious perspectives. I do, however, feel that they've contacted me and continue to watch over me and my brother. Strange thing is, I have a favorite author who died a few years back. I keep in touch with his daughter regularly, by email and on here forum she made for her dad's works. I consider him my hero. Well... I dreamed I met him in Heaven, sat and talked with him a while...until I realized I was dreaming... them poof.... he was gone and the dream was too... I woke up.
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Two years ago my son (44) died in a car accident. A few hours after I got the word, I had been traveling home from FL to TN when I got the call. I stayed with a friend in Atlanta, and while she was out at the store, I was alone, crying, of course, and suddenly I felt something across the room. I looked over, saw nothing but had a sense that my son was OK and an overwhelming feeling of peace came over me. It helped me get through the days after and still comforts me now. I know he's around somewhere doing whatever he has to do.
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They are never gone as long as we keep them with us in our hearts.
I have been visited in dreams by a dear friend who passed 7 years ago. She just comes to chat once in a while. Right after she passed (it was sudden and unexpected) she came to give me a hug and reassure me she was fine.
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After my dad died, my mom rode down to Arizona with my brother who was going to college there. She had never flown before but had to fly back home alone. She said she was sitting in her seat on the plane, when she "saw" my dad sitting on the edge of the seat in front of her. She felt reassured by his presence and knew she would be safe on the flight.
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I've had many dreams about my best friend in the past months. She died in May. In one I was sitting in a room talking to her. I knew she was dead, but we were still there sitting side by side talking. I was telling her how how much I loved her and missed her every single day. She said she knew and then she was gone and I woke up. I hope she really does know all of that.
I'm so glad I read this today ;-)
~Thanks for sharing.