posted on Dec, 26 2018 @ 09:15 AM
Some of you may recall about my asking for assistance contacting my father who suddenly passed in August. I may have gotten that contact.
I have had a lot of ups and downs over the past 4 months. More downs than up. Being Christmas was no exception. I went through the motions of
buying gifts for our three boys, trying to be okay around family, etc. Still I felt down and mad most of the time. I did not even really want to do
Christmas. It just did not feel right. I am an only child and my father was very close to me. We would do things together all the time. All that
is gone now.
On Christmas Eve I went to my parents house to pick up my mother, so she could spend Christmas day with us. As she was getting things around to go, I
went into the living room, near dad's favorite chair and said "dad, come be with us for Christmas."
Moving on to late Christmas eve. We got the two younger boys to bed so we could get the Christmas gifts under the tree. The oldest one was taking
the couch, as my mother was in his room. We settled down for the night. About an hour later, my wife got up to use the bathroom. I figured it was a
good time to check the fire, and stoke it up. I got up and went to the living room. My oldest was still awake and got up. He was asking me
something as I started stoking the fire. We suddenly heard a large bang in the kitchen. We looked at each other, and I said, "there is no one in
We both went out and turned the light on. My mom came out of my sons room, which is the opposite side of the kitchen. We found a small vase lying on
the floor, not broken. My wife came out of the bathroom and asked what the noise was. We showed her, and she said it was given to us from someone
with some flowers at my fathers funeral. I recalled seeing it, but not thinking too much about it at the time. She said it was on the cabinet shelf.
Here is the strange part. It sat behind a little railing, about 2-3 inches tall, and was right next to a picture of me holding my oldest son when he
was young, and my dad behind us. We tried to reason things out, how it may have fallen, but there is no possible way to make it over that ledge
without coming up and over. We all tried for like a half hour to figure it out. It just does not make sense.
Went back to bed. I have had a couple of dreams with my dad in it, but he never acknowledged me in them. Just after he passed, I stared using a CPAP
for my apnea. I hardly ever dream with it on, I guess that is quite a common thing. Well, I had a dream that night.
In the dream we were all at the food court of our local mall. It kind of felt like a family get together, but I don't recall who all was there
besides my wife, but I knew there were more people.
My dad was there. I said something like "How are you here, I thought you were gone?" (I clearly recall "gone" not dead) He said "well I am
here now, I am fine." My wife said something to the effect that she thought he was "gone" too, and he said "everything is fine, you people just
worry too much." and he gave me this goofy look, like he used to when he thought someone was saying or doing something stupid.
I woke up in tears about 6AM. The boys were stirring, trying to get a peek at what was under the Christmas tree. I composed myself, and suddenly
felt better, lighter, happier than I have in the past 4 months.
I went out, made breakfast, and even did the big dinner later. We had a great Christmas. The boys even got a couple of gifts that my dad had picked
out for them before he passed. My mom shops year round for Christmas, so not a big surprise, but special.
Was this real contact with him, just a dream, wishful thinking? I don't know, but I feel as if a great weight has been lifted.