“I’ll always be with you, and you’ll always be with me.”
Those were the last words I know for certain my father heard me say, when his cancer finally started to win the war.
Little did I know how true those words would prove to be.
Several weeks after my father passed, I began to have incredibly vivid dreams about him. In them, he was healthy, as I’d remembered him. Each time I’d awaken, the experience stayed with me, and instead of feeling sad, I felt comforted, relieved, and close to him. In one dream, I could even feel his hand in mine.
I began to realize these were not just dreams, but visitations. My father and I had always been incredibly close, and I realized that hadn’t changed just because he’d passed.
One particular visitation continues to stay with me. That night as I slept, I sat in my childhood home, on the couch in the family room. I was crying. My father sat in his recliner, on the other side of the room. He had never been great at expressing his emotions, and he couldn’t stand to see any of our family upset. He asked me in stern voice why I was crying. I told him how much I missed him. He said, again in a stern voice, “Beckie, I’m here. I’m right here.”
And I know he was, and is. I experienced other supernatural goings on, if you will, since that time. Once, I could swear I smelled him, as I sat in church. When something really wonderful happens, I swear I can hear him cheering me on. And if I have a big decision to make, or I’m struggling with parenting, his wisdom, and the things he taught me come to me, stronger than ever, and often, right when I need it.
My father’s death changed my life in a profound way. I lost not only a father, but a friend, a mentor and the one person whose opinion I valued more than anyone else’s.
However, his visitations continue to empower me in ways I could never have imagined. They enabled me to have courage, renewed my determination, and strengthened my faith. They also opened my mind to amazing possibilities.
Perhaps the biggest change it gave me the courage to make was leaving a marriage I’d known in my heart was over for some time.
Time had new meaning, and I needed to be the person I knew in my heart and soul I was meant to be. It also rekindled my desire to follow my dream of becoming an author, and I’m thrilled to say that has indeed come true.
Overall, I appreciate, cherish and savor more. I talk less. I listen more. I notice details. I delight in the little things, like clean sheets, hot coffee, a bird’s song. Sunsets. Sunrises. Kissing my daughter’s cheek in the morning when I wake her for school.
Eight years have passed, and I’m grateful, every day, for my father’s visits. They helped me to heal, spiritually and emotionally, to work through my grief, and gave my life new direction. They are one of the most precious gifts I’ve ever received, and they continue to bless my life, every single day.
Here’s a great article about the characteristics of a visitation dream, and the ones I experienced fit these to a ‘T’!
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Rebecca E. Neely tells stories with a paranormal flair. Libby Klink, the heroine in The Keeper, has experienced her share of visitations, and she’s about to get a few more unexpected surprises…The Keeper, Book 1 in the Crossing Realms series, available now on Amazon!