My dad passed away a few years ago. I was devastated because; we were really close. I went through grief counseling but I still have some lingering issues. I'm angry he died and my kids will never know him. He left me here to deal with a crazy mom and brother (he was the only thing keeping the lid on the crazy) He was young...only 54 anyways I digress..
I had a dream it was so freaking weird...DH and I were on a roadtrip and we were lost...which is weird because we have a gps but anyways...we were on an access road and we saw a white pick up parked in a grassy area...DH says "Hey lets stop and ask whoever that is how we get back to the interstate." I say "okay" we stop and this place was beautiful I mean it's like a gorgeous garden, foresty area in the middle of no where. I tell DH I hear water so I walk past the white pick up truck and I see the stream but I see my dad standing there. Not like he was when he died (the cancer just ate him up) but how he looked when I was younger. I ran to him and hugged him and remember feeling completely safe. Then I woke up crying.
I miss him so much. Most of the time I'm okay but sometimes this wave of grief just swallows me up and I lose it. Why does random stuff like that happen? It's not like I've forgotten about him.
I'm so very sorry. I can't offer anything but sympathy here. I did lose my only grandparent at age 97 last June. I still think of her a lot and she appears in my dreams sometimes.
It's nice to know they're still around in SOME way, you know?
When I was 14, my grandfather died. I saw him have the heart attack that killed him and it was very upsetting, to say the least.
Not long after he died, I saw him in a dream. It was actually just from the shoulders up and he was floating in the sky with the mountains behind him, and below him was the bluest ocean. He was smiling and he told me that God had brought him back to life, he was happy, and I should not be sad.
I think of it more as a vision than a dream. He was at peace and he was telling me that I should be, too.
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My dad passed away a few
My dad passed away a few years ago. I was devastated because; we were really close. I went through grief counseling but I still have some lingering issues. I'm angry he died and my kids will never know him. He left me here to deal with a crazy mom and brother (he was the only thing keeping the lid on the crazy) He was young...only 54 anyways I digress..
I had a dream it was so freaking weird...DH and I were on a roadtrip and we were lost...which is weird because we have a gps but anyways...we were on an access road and we saw a white pick up parked in a grassy area...DH says "Hey lets stop and ask whoever that is how we get back to the interstate." I say "okay" we stop and this place was beautiful I mean it's like a gorgeous garden, foresty area in the middle of no where. I tell DH I hear water so I walk past the white pick up truck and I see the stream but I see my dad standing there. Not like he was when he died (the cancer just ate him up) but how he looked when I was younger. I ran to him and hugged him and remember feeling completely safe. Then I woke up crying.
I miss him so much. Most of the time I'm okay but sometimes this wave of grief just swallows me up and I lose it. Why does random stuff like that happen? It's not like I've forgotten about him.
I've had several dreams where
I've had several dreams where my late parents were there.
But it was so much easier for me to handle their deaths as they were much older.
I'm so very sorry. I can't
I'm so very sorry. I can't offer anything but sympathy here. I did lose my only grandparent at age 97 last June. I still think of her a lot and she appears in my dreams sometimes.
It's nice to know they're still around in SOME way, you know?
When I was 14, my grandfather
When I was 14, my grandfather died. I saw him have the heart attack that killed him and it was very upsetting, to say the least.
Not long after he died, I saw him in a dream. It was actually just from the shoulders up and he was floating in the sky with the mountains behind him, and below him was the bluest ocean. He was smiling and he told me that God had brought him back to life, he was happy, and I should not be sad.
I think of it more as a vision than a dream. He was at peace and he was telling me that I should be, too.