A Sort Of Visitor

Last night, I my father-in-law visited me. He passed away a little over a year ago.

He visited me in a dream. I don’t remember much of the details, but the were all sitting together having dinner. And we knew it was a special dinner; he was just with us for the night, but we were all joyous, happy to have some time together.

I was actually going to go on an adventure with the Doctor (I’ve been finally catching up on Capaldi’s reign) but I decided to stay with the family. And my FIL was happy, laughing as he aways was. He also looked a little more energetic, I guess healthier, than when he passed.

This morning, I was a getting Wee One up an ready for school, out of nowhere she said, “Papa.” I looked down at her and she was coming to hug my leg. She said, “I miss papa.” I picked her up and we rocked for a few minutes, praying, mentally talking to him, too.

I’ve only talked about this here – do you think I should tell Cohiba or my mother-in-law? Do you think it will upset them?

I believe this people who have passed on can visit us, and often do in our dreams. I don’t know why he came to see me, and maybe we came to see WO, too. But it’s a good reminder that he’s with us.

Okay, your turn.

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