I asked him....and he did!

Last night before I went to bed, I asked Dad to meet me in my dreams....and he did!

Well, we were at a house....somewhere on vacation.  Mom, me, and Stephen were getting snacks at a little shop before we went out on a boat on the ocean.  We left out on the boat, but we left without dad!  The next thing I knew it was getting ready to storm, and we were all worried that dad had died (for some reason).  We finally got back to the shore and there he was, sitting on a bench...almost asleep. The Dad I saw was a younger dad...the dad I remember from being about 5....thinner in face and frame, longer hair and big porkchop sideburns.  EXACTLY how I remember him at that age and exactly how he looks in pictures.  Dad never spoke during this dream but I remember all of us going to a family gathering.  It was then that I realized that my dad's family was there...his sisters, brother, mom and dad and all the in-laws.  We were all hugging each other and crying that dad was alive.  My dream then flashed over to my dad...picking up Gracen.  I didn't even know I HAD Gracen in this dream because I felt much younger.  But my dad picked her up and swung her around and hugged her close and tight for a long time.  Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it because it was so beautiful.

So as I woke up this morning, before I opened my eyes, I tried to cling hard to the dream that I had so I could remember the details and share them.  I wonder if it's difficult for dad to make it from Heaven to my dreams at night?  Does he have to ask some sort of permission or wait in line since I'm sure other people are asking the same thing?  I wonder if he chose to appear to me as younger Dad so I would have good and lasting memories.  The ones I've had lately are far from good---of an older Dad...worn down and sick.  I'm finding it hard to remember him as he was...full of life and love.  I also wonder about what I think is symbolic in my dream....You know, like thinking he is dead but he is actually very alive.  What about his lack of words?  Or the fact that we were going on a journey without him and he was staying behind?  I will forever remember the way he picked up Gracen and held her close.  I hope he did the same thing as she slept last night.  I only wish I could see the same thing with Samuel Parker.  In time I guess.

I chose to blog this for many reasons.  1.  I don't want to forget it.  2.  I wanted to share it with my family and friends.  3.  I wanted to let people know that your loved ones can reach you from beyond...and not in a spooky way either. 

Well, it's time for me to go....I know have a 2 year old who has promptly parked herself right in my lap.  High ho, high ho, it's off to Target we go this morning.

Have a great day everyone!