I was very fortunate to have a great father. He wasn’t perfect but he loved me and always had my back and we were very close. When I was a young adult and right out of college, I got married and became a father. He got to meet my little girl and spent a lot of time with her for about 18 months, but then I got the call that every child hates. He had died of a massive heart attack. Really messed me up and I really struggled, even though I had already been through a fair amount of trauma in my life. Really struggled because I never had closure with him. Never got to say goodbye. One night about six or so months after he died, I had a dream I was standing my in moms kitchen and he came walking in. I looked shocked and told him I thought he was dead. He gave me a hug and told me that he was alive but just somewhere else and to be a man take care of my mom and my family like he did. He then told me that he loved me and would see me again someday. I usually don’t dream but it seemed so real and powerful. I woke up immediately and felt a sense of peace. Still impacts me 22 years later.
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