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 🙏
This is very similar to an experience I had when my father died. He had a major stroke and was in a coma for two weeks. The experience was so bittersweet because I knew at some point he was in between worlds and wanted to go. I told him we would take care of my mom. Found out later that my sister told him the same thing later that day. He died the next day. He came to the foot of my mom's bed the next night and told her he "I'm here." If you knew my mom. So matter of fact about everything. I kept asking her if she might have been dreaming, and she said "No, I wasn't dreaming. When I reached out to touch him, my hand went right through and I said, 'you're not really here.' He walked around to the side of the bed and put his hands on her shoulders and said "'Honey, I'm here.' Then he was gone."
Anyway, so many little messages since then I could go on and on. Big picture, I lost my father in this earthly life, but gained a certainty in the afterlife that I would never have believed possible.
What's even weirder was I was reading a book a few months later, and there was something in there that made me literally stop breathing as I read it. Apparently the foot of the bed is a very popular place for these visitations. So wild! But so comforting!
Wow that is weird I will share with my mom. When she told me about that I started researching and ran across visitation dreams in particular. Blew my mind because I had one when I was eight and my BFF next door neighbor passed away after removal of a non-malignant brain tumor. I had spoken to her when she was still in the hospital and she was crying. I had been playing outside and didn't want to come in but my mom insisted that I call. She wouldn't tell me why she was crying and she didn't want to talk. I told her I would call her back the next day and I never did. She died the following Saturday. I felt so guilty. Anyway, shortly thereafter I had this dream like no other. It was so linear and so real. I was walking in the park where we played and she was by the tetherball courts. I could smell and feel the air and breeze, it was so very, very real. She told me she came to tell me not to feel guilty or bad and that she was really happy where she was, but that she wasn't going to be able to come back. I understood in the dream that she was no longer living, but kept saying, "that's okay, because you can just come like this and we will still play!" The thing that struck me then and to this day is how much older and wiser she seemed than a nine year old girl (she was a year older than me). And her hair had grown back and she looked just like she did for her First Communion. I kept trying to redirect the conversation to her hair LOL, and she was almost a little frustrated like that's not what I am here to talk about. When I woke up I was so disoriented. It took me several minutes to realize I had fallen asleep in my room. I couldn't shake the feeling that I really did talk to her. It wasn't until I was well into my forties that I had any idea that what happened to me when I was eight was a common experience.