Sitting still
Today at church, while I sat still and listened to what was being said, I remembered a story a neighbor of my parents told me. I have forgotten all about this, until today.
One of my parent’s neighbors has dreams. He dreams about about good things and bad and about people he knows. Many times he dreams very interesting dreams about people at very interesting times.
This particular neighbor had a dream about my dad, the night he died.
In his dream he saw my dad. The entire scene started out gray. The next thing he saw was my dad dressed all in white, a great white light surrounding and emanating out of him. Only the dark rims of his glasses showing through. My dad looked at his neighbor and said, “Don’t I look just great!”
And as I remembered the telling of this dream, I felt him there…there with me.
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Warms my heart. 🙂 (I told you that you would be able to find him.)
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