My daughter just had a dream in which she was sitting on the loveseat and sensed someone over her shoulder, so she looked around and saw her Dad.He had a full head of hair and beard instead of the chemo-baldness of his last several years. He was dressed in the relatively ratty clothes he’d use to work around the house – a t-shirt and shorts.
They talked about things; she asked him whether he saw could see us and how we were doing. He told her that he got impressions about how people were. They talked for a long time and laughed large about a lot of things. (That has the ring of truth, doesn’t it?) She asked him a lot of questions. When she woke up, she wanted to go back to sleep and keep dreaming. Can't blame her.
What a blessing that God would sweeten her life like that.
What a gift!
I have a friend whose son died while still a toddler. He said that he has occasional dreams about his son and in every one his son is the age that he would have been if he had lived. Since then I have believed those dreams are a special "treat" given to those lucky enough to have them.
How touching, and intimate. What a blessing for your daughter and all of you.