So I don’t really know where to start with this …
I guess some back story would help. My father died around 2.5 years ago. We were never super close in the “tell each other everything” sort of way. In fact we hardly ever spoke to each other at all. We would spend most of our time together just hanging out. It’s almost like we were kindred spirits (if such a thing exists), we just naturally understood what each other was thinking and feeling without saying a word.
Anyway, like most people, I dream about the people in my life. And I usually remember my dreams when I wake up. When my father was alive, I would have a dream where he made an appearance … say a couple times a year. Right after he died, I dreamt about him just about every night. I wrote this off as being natural, after all I had dreamt about both my grandparents right after their deaths. Those dreams were basically me saying goodbye to them. My dad being closer to me, it seemed normal that saying goodby in my subconcious might take longer.
Except when I started to think about it, this was different, when my dad appeared in my dreams after his death, he rarely interacted with me. It’s like he was just there to watch me and see what was going on. He’s continued to appear randomly in my dreams in this capacity for years now.
Anyway, last night I was having a dream about playing on a softball team in a beach town. I’ve been to this particular beach many times in dreams though never in real life. It’s crowded, and my mom and aunt are wading in waist deep water waiting for me to join them after a game. Someone is heckling me (about softball) as I am walking up the beach to join them. I turn to shake my fist at the heckler. When I turn back, my mom and aunt are laughing at my antics as I near them. All of a sudden, I feel a presence at my side. It’s my dad in a beach chair, wearing one of his favorite 80s shirts and his beach hat (none of the rest of us were wearing clothes that exist in real life). I bend down to hug him, and I can hear someone saying, “I miss you, and I love you.” I’m not sure if I was saying it to him … or if he was saying it to me. It’s just like I could hear it in my head, you know?
I woke up right away, and my alarm was about 10 min from going off. I’m not sure where I stand on religion and spirituality and all that, but this felt really real. It’s been on my mind all day, so I thought I’d put it on paper … or screen, whatever.