Saturday, November 17, 2012

I had a vision of Dad a couple weeks ago.  That is, I suddenly became aware of  an image of Dad standing in front of "the light."  And I knew then that he was waiting there for me, and presumable for my whole family.  This happened during the day, while I was getting in or out of the car.  That night I dreamed about him.  He was standing near me, I went over, told him I loved him, and hugged him.  He hugged me back and told me, "Always remember to do this.  Take my word for it."


revision:
 I suddenly saw in my mind's eye an image of Dad standing in front of "the light." It looked just like a photograph, except I think I had the impression of it shifting his appearance from the image of one of the pictures we've been looking at to another one. I no longer have that impression.   I see a single image in my mind when I look back on the experience.  It's either the picture in his red polo, or something very similar.   I felt/knew with a certainty that he was waiting there for me, and the family, in the light, or before the light.  Up until that time I had no impression, feeling, sense, or anything else that he was anywhere.  When he died I was not aware of anything other than the cessation of life in my dad's body.  This vision felt like he was telling me, "Here I am.  You might not sense my presence, or feel that my essence left my body and went somewhere, but I'm letting you know: I am here."  This happened during the day, while I was getting in or out of the car, about a month after he died.  I had the sensation that he had not been available to appear to us, or whatever, until that time.  Like, I don't know, his spirit had to processed somehow, or that he'd been slumbering in some way, but then he like popped in out of thin air. 

That night I dreamed about him.  He was standing near me, I went over, told him I loved him, and hugged him.  He hugged me back and told me, "Always remember to do this.  Take my word for it."  He looked like I remembered him, not on his last days, but from maybe 3 years ago, before he began to look so very old to me. It was just like all the times that I would go downstairs, hug him, and say goodbye to him when I left their house.   As I looked back up at him, in the dream,  he had changed to a younger appearance- similar to the pictures of him I had been working with.