I miss my dad...

[HennysMom]

awe Rhett.... dont get me goin' again hun.

My eyes cant take it. I look like one of those darn googly eyed gold fish - you know the ones that look like Marty Feldman?

I plan on releasing some balloons at Christmas - each with little notes tied to them and send them up to Dad. So, yeah I know theorhetically they aren't really going up to him, but - for me and the kids, well - its a way to send up some private thoughts, if only for a moment, just to see those balloons fade into oblivion.....just for a moment.

 

[Feathered Wings]

OH Such great loveing storie's i'm just shakeing to read all this

Honey he will come in your dreams i was visited by all mine that have passed

My older sister came to me about a week after her death i had a dream of a picnic table in a kind of glass green house. I could see out the back and all i saw for and eternity was the most beautiful flowers. I could feel the wood of the table and it was red i could feel my feet on the cool floor. All the colors were simply beautiful the flowers outside were breathtakeing.
Then there she was as if she just appeared in a long white robe looking so beautiful. She sat down on the other side of the table and smiled at me. I ask her how she was doing and she replied she was just fine. I ask if she knew how things had been and she said yes and she was worried about our parents being so upset. I then i ask a question that let me know to this day that this experience was real. I asked her "Linda Whats Heaven Like" She laugh her familer laugh i loved so much and simply said "You Know I Can't Tell You That".
I woke up after she said those words and cried tears of joy to have my last talk with her in a place i long to go to. My heart was at peace and i grieved nomore for her because she had told me she was okay.

My Dad came to me in a Dream after his death him being a simple man the dream was simple. He was standing in his liveing room in his overalls and checked shirt he loved. He was doing what i have seen him do a million times before cleaning his glasses with a "Hankchif" as he called them. All he said as he was looking at me with a smile on his face was "I Just Wanted You To Know I'm Alright"

My other sister came to me and this was the most vivid one I was standing next to a white building and there were hedges. I walked towards a window that had no glass and the walls were at least a foot thick. There sitting on the floor with a small blond haired boy was my sister and she was playing with him. She looked up and said go around front and come in and i will be there soon.
I walked forward and there was another window and in the room was a young girl with long blond hair. She was sitting at an easel and painting a portrait of flowers. I went around and there was the doorway and when i stepped onto the white floor i got a chill. I walked past the girl and the room where my sister was and came into a room with a long white sofa and sat down.
My sister soon appeared walking towards me in a white robe i could see her chubby feet as she walked. Her long brown hair hung in ringlits around her face which was beautiful and she was smileing her sweet smile.
She sat down and i could barely contain myself looking at her beautiful face.
I ask her how she was and she said Oh I'm just fine it's MaMa & Daddy I'm worried about and you too. She said MaMa isn't doing to well come with me and she took me to a room with a long table. There were all kinds of books stacked on it and she ask me this "If i write MaMa a letter will you give it to her" I said yes and she sat at the end of the and took out a writeing board and laid a book on it and opened it. The pages were blank and she picked up a pen and said you promise if i write this letter you will give it to her I said yes i promise.
I woke up and cried myself back to sleep and the next morning i had a poem in my head. I took out my paper and wrote a poem line after line as it came to me and i gave it to MaMa and she treasured it.

Peace be with you all this holiday as you miss your loved ones and GOD BLESS

 

[wegotchickens]

Dec 23, 1999. Cancer.
He still visits me in my dreams sometimes, too. I always wake up wishing I'd remembered to hug him.

Gotta dry my eyes and get back to work.
None of us are alone as long as we reach out to one another.

 

[Fudgie]

There is nothing like loosing your dad. Mine died in 2004 I can remember the day like it was yesterday. It does get easier but I still have days that I cry myself to sleep selfishly wanting him back.

I agree we should be happy he is in a much better place and I will see him when i get there. I just keep thinking he is up there with his friends and family that have passed on and there is a huge get together going on up there!!!!