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Visits from Dad

I had several "visits" from my dad after his death from pancreatic cancernearly six years ago. He was 83. The dreams started coming about two weeks after he passed away. In each dream, he always looked healthy and robust and there was a glow around his body.

In the first dream, my mother and I were standing before his grave on a sunny day. I looked up at the sky and said, "Dad, we miss you." Suddenly a beautiful white light broke through the clouds and a white dove flew across the sky before dropping straight down and disappearing, after which a cross appeared in its place.

In another dream, I was at my mother's house when a car pulled into the driveway and Dad got out wearing a straw hat. I ran out to see him and we talked for a few minutes before he returned to the car. It wasa convertible and he waved at me while driving into the sunset.

In still another dream, I went over to Mom's house. Dad was sitting there in his chair laughing and talking to a roomful of people who were shaking his hand and patting him on the back. Everyone was so happy.

In the next to the last dream which occurred a couple of years ago in the fall (I always get depressed in the fall because that's when we got the bad news; he passed on the first of January) he appeared before mewith a golden glow around him.He was dressed in a cream colored panama shirt (I gave it to him as a gift from my Caribbean vacation several years ago).He was smiling and said to me, "Don't worry about me. I'm very happy and healthy, I feel good and will never have to be sick again."

Last fall, when I got depressed again, he appeared to me in a dream sitting across from me at a kitchen table. I couldn't see his face but I knew that it was him although everything was sort of veiled. He told me, "You've got to let this go and get on with your life.

In the last three years, I have occasional had a recurring dream, during times of stress, of driving a car very fast down the edge of a mountain road trying to hold onto the wheel. My Dad is in the car with me, and just when it seems that the car is going to go off the edge, something saves me. I think it is my Dad looking out for me even now.

Donna T. Perdue

Posted 8-21-13