12.13.14.... Today I dreamed that my father was helping me clean out the house in New Jersey which had been sold ( its still on the market). Since dreams feel as real as life, there he was, standing out in the yard in his warm beige zip up jacket ( I still have that), old jeans and those black Rockport sneakers, just as real as his life itself. He was not debilitated and was busy cleaning out the last of the shed and closets. I did not realize that he had already passed away until a couple of minutes had passed. Suddenly it dawned on me that my dad was back from heaven and I was over joyed and went looking for him in the backyard. I found him and we hugged and he smiled. He did not have to say much, just his being there was the best thing and I was reminded that this was a dream but that someday I would see him for real! I awakened, touched that this had happened on my birthday as I never had a dream like this before. As I sat here pondering this sweet dream, tears came to my eyes and my mom walked over with a bd card I had given him years ago. I keep cards forever, but was one that he or mom had kept from me. There was no date on it, but the picture was of a little baby holding his two fingers together so close to his face that his eyes were crossing. My dad often would make that face, cross his eyes and tilt his head to make us laugh...inside, the card read you were always easy to entertain... I had written a little corny note to him and included one of his frequent sayings get off the box! which was his frequent line for get off the computer.He would often be sitting in his recliner watching his golf or whatever and call out to me... Get off the box! :)
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 20:07:50 +0000