Dreams, either while we are sleeping or the ones we have while awake speak to us, lead us, give us a reason to believe.
Last night I had a dream of my Dad.
He was leaning on the kitchen counter back home surrounded by family. He had on his wranglers, a blue tee shirt and a baseball cap. He looked his happy self, he was smiling.
Of course I was surprised to see him, and said, "Dad! Is it you?" He nodded then said, "Yes." I glanced around the kitchen nobody seemed to think it was odd that he was there. I looked him in the eye, and asked, "Am I the only one who sees you?" He said, "Yes." Intrigued, I reached out to touch him, expecting my hand to go right through him, but it did not. So I hugged him tightly and felt his arms hugging me back.
Then often as it in dreams, we were in another part of the house. He sat on his chair, and ate a banana (My parents always had a banana and a cup of coffee for breakfast.) My Godchild George came and sat on my lap, I was sitting on the floor.
I noticed that he too knew my Father was there.
I asked my Dad, "How are you?" He smiled, then laughed happily, and said, "I'm fine!"
I woke up because the phone was ringing, it was my cousin Julie…
Heaven on earth and the day is extra bright.
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