In my late father’s first dream visit I told him I loved and
missed him. He said, “I love you too, but I don’t miss you. I don’t know why.”
I asked him what it was like to die. He answered at length, but when I recalled
the dream his answer was garbled, totally unintelligible. I wasn’t supposed to
know.
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How many visits have you had?
ReplyDeleteFrom my dad, just two. One each from several others, including two dogs, and many from my daughter Gillian—who has visited a number of other people as well.
DeleteInteresting that his response about death was garbled when you remembered it.
ReplyDeleteFascinating
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