Beautiful dream

I tell very few about the dream visits. A friend said to me resently who I do tell about vists. " What a wonderful gift".

Gift is a good word, I think.  A little heaven on earth via the love connection. :)

Here's a saying.

"For those who believe you will go to heaven, for those who strongly believe, heaven will come to you."

So I'm going out of bounds, but will say, I'm sure he will visit again. Because that is what happens in the name of love.

I am sorry for your loss. I know how powerful a dream can be. While my mom was in the late stages of her battle with lung cancer with brain mets, I dreamed I saw her on a deserted highway. She hugged me and said "everything is going to be okay." Then, she was off in the distance waving to me. When I was six, my dad was killed by a drunk driver. My mom said she dreamed that he met her on a bridge and said that he would always be with us. She woke up to that dreaded knock at our door with the awful news. She said she saw hawks in her dream. Every time we saw hawks we said it was my dad saying "hi." At the end of mom's battle, I asked her to show me a sign that she is okay after she passed. I told her to make it obvious because I would be grief stricken. Two days after she went to heaven, I was "attacked" by butterflies. My mom and I always loved butterflies! I got a butterfly tattoo in my younger days and she had a butterfly bush that she cut part of to give to me for my yard. "Dog and Butterfly" was her favorite song ever. After my initial shock wore off that I was being swarmed by "bugs," I lost my breath and blurted out, "Is that you, mom?" I see butterflies all the time now. I see them circling me, they sit on picnic blankets with me and my girls and they STAY! They are unafraid and always near. I saw you today, sweet butterfly. I love you always. Rèste en paix céleste!

You are so right. I had the same kind of day and night. When I saw my Roger , his smile would not stop. I asked him how it was there, he said "It is all true". I actually felt warm and even smiled the next day. We are all being watched over, it's just hard to know that sometimes. Prayers to everybody.

Judy

It's so comforting to read everyone's experiences.

I too have had several "synchronicities" regarding my father and his passing.

(A little background)

For starters, my father was my best friend.  He raised me as a single parent and did anything and everythinng he could to provide for me.  It was NEVER easy and I saw many times, how it took its toll on him.

With that, over the years we really developed an amazing bond. We loved nothing more than just sitting around, relaxing, listening to music over a beer and wax philosophical topics.  We also loved to go camping - something about endless stretches of a starlight sky inspired us both.

So... Best friend. Father.  Both irreplaceable and both taken from me when he died.

He battled PCNS lymphoma for eight months.  I saw the cancer take the strongest man I ever knew and reduced him to an empty shell.

It's been less that three months since he passed away so I am grieving heavily.  Yet, in that time, I've had some amazing experiences.

Like you, my first "message" came to me in a dream.  It was about a month and a half after he died.  In the dream, I went up to my room to do some routine chores and cleaning.  After tidying up everything, the last thing that needed to be done was dusting the wooden blinds.

As I approached the window, I noticed something immediately - the light that was coming through the lines of the closed wooden blinds. It was a beautiful golden hue and was warm.... so amazingly warm (despite the blinds not even being opened).

I felt like I'd stepped into the light of the most beautiful spring day.

As I finished the dusting, I turned to walk out of the room and noticed my father, asleep in my bed.   I felt my stomach drop through my feet and that instant anxiety that follows.

"Dad??? Dad, is that you?  Did you come back?"

His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me once, smiled again, and then I woke up.

Metaphorically, I think the room cleaning is symbolic of life. As I could not open the blinds, I wasn't "allowed" to see anything beyond but the smallest slivers of beautiful light.  I consider this to be a gift of glimpsing what comes AFTER "our cleaning is done". 

There are other experiences, I've had but don't want to make you read a book of them. *smiles*  If you want, drop me a message and I'd be glad to talk.

All the best.