Father, you were a damn good provider. Your work ethic is one I and many others pray to have. You were a good father, even in times I didn't acknowledge it. You put things aside whenever I was in need. Even in your old age and your poor health you pushed your body to the limit even when others offered to help. They don't raise them like they raised you in today's world, and I hope that changes soon.
You're in God's hands, and I pray one day soon I'll be financially free, so you'll never have to worry about me ever again.
RIP 🙏
I had something like that happen with my grandfather when he left. He came to say goodbye in a dream. I woke up and told my mom about my wonderful dream with grandpa, and she cried because she had just gotten the news and hadn't told me or my sisters yet.
God leaves evidence of His love in our heart. His proof cannot be removed, photographed, passed around, weighed and measured like a souvenir to overcome the doubts of skeptics. He has no need to prove He exists, but faith recognizes itself in others without earthly proofs, and is its own reward. It is a treasure we can never lose, although we can mistakenly give it up. Sorry for being preachy. Thanks for sharing your story; it is a beautiful one.