died of cancer in 2001. At the time of his diagnosis, I found
I was pregnant with my second child. This would be his second
grandchild and he was absolutely crazy for his first. He was
joyous when we told him, and he literally danced around the
room in delight. He told me that I would have a boy.
a week later. By the time of his funeral, my morning sickness
had kicked in. It was a sweltering day in August and we were
sitting outside for the military tributes, since Dad was a
veteran. While the bugler played Taps and the men folded the
flag, I felt as if I was going to pass out. There was no breeze
whatsoever, and I was miserable. I thought...."If only
a bit of a breeze would pick up, I would feel so much better."
At that instant, a cool breeze kicked up. My husband mentioned
how weird it was that a breeze started to blow on such a stagnant
day. He thought it was a gift from my dad.
having a hard time with Dad's death, since he was my hero
and best friend. A month after his death, I had a visitation
dream. In the dream, he was sitting in the kitchen of his
house. I walked down the hall and saw him and instantly thought..."Dad,
you're alive! I can't believe it!" He smiled at me and
told me that he was absolutely alright, that he had never
been better. He hugged me and then I woke up.
the most vivid dream I had ever had. He looked so young, maybe
in his 30's, wearing blue jeans and a red and black flannel
shirt. I could even smell him. He had been a heavy smoker
and I could still smell the nicotine on him. I felt he really
had made contact with me, and I had a deep sense of peace
after that incident.
fourth birthday was about two months after his passing. As
I put her to bed that night, a mylar balloon that she had
gotten for her birthday slowly crossed the room. It looked
as if someone was gentle pulling it to me. We had no windows
open and no ceiling fans or anything. It sure did feel like
March, my son was born and we named him after my dad. That
night in the hospital, I was having a hard time going to sleep,
so the nurse gave me something to help me sleep. I turned
out the lights and turned off the TV. When I awoke around
3 a.m., the TV was on but muted. I think my dad came by and
wanted me to know that he indeed had seen my son. I sure do
miss my dad, but I know that he is still around in spirit
and watching over me and my family.
Mar 14, 2010