posted on Feb, 1 2012 @ 04:08 PM
Maybe not along the same lines, but I will share anyways...
About 7 years ago my cousin passed away. At the time I had been estranged from my father and wanted nothing to do with him, despite being advised not
to make such a harsh decision at such a young age [I was in my teens]. One night about 8 months after my cousin died I had a dream that I was in a
room with my entire extended family, and even more family members I had never met before. It was a gathering of sorts, and this giant room had a wall
down the middle - I was on one side, my Dad in the mix of people on the other. My dead cousin walked up to me from out of the crowd and urged me to
make amends with my father, that what had happened was killing him and he wanted to reach out but wasn't sure how he would be received. I woke up
thinking it was a silly dream, though a little shaken at seeing my cousin out of nowhere, but didn't give it another thought until a few weeks later.
A few weeks later I got an invitation in the mail - to a family reunion. It would be the first one of this size in years, they were expecting well
over a hundred to attend and they were renting out a lodge to accommodate all the people. I was really excited to go until I found out my Dad would
be attending, at which point I weighed the pros and cons, and ended up deciding to go anyway, figuring I could just avoid him as there would be a big
This is what I ended up doing until the end of the night, when my Dad approached me and asked if he could drive me home. I remembered the dream I had
months earlier for some reason and I said that it would be fine. The drive was mostly silent until my Dad pulled over and started sobbing - the first
time I had ever seen him cry - and apologizing to me for all the things he had done that had gotten us to this point. He said that he had wanted to
reach out but was confident he wouldn't be well received, and rather than being filled with hate and anger towards him, I was filled with love and
understanding, and absolute compassion for his role in the situation. Since that night we have been building our relationship and I consider him to be
one of my best friends.
So I do believe that even those who have passed on can have a hand in many things in our lives while we are still here, whether it is delivering
messages to point us in a better direction or teaching us to do things that we had never given a thought to before.