A Reunion With Dad: Visitation

Dream Journal Entry Date: August 17, 2023

Just to clarify, my dad passed away on January 28, 2021, as a result of liver failure caused by fatty-liver induced cirrhosis. Despite being a lifelong non-drinker and a devoted Baptist preacher, this was the unfortunate reality.

A couple of weeks prior to this dream, I fell asleep only to be awakened by the sound of my dad's voice. He was calling out "Hello" from afar, just like he used to do when seeking someone's attention in another room at home. The experience jolted me awake, prompting me to scan the room, almost convinced that he was physically present, trying to communicate with me.

On Thursday night, I felt incredibly exhausted. For a whole week, I had been waking up three to four times every night to meticulously handle my son's antibiotic infusion, transition him from his infusion to his TPN/Lipid infusion, attend to diaper changes, and replenish formula bags for his g-tube feedings scheduled every four hours. It's safe to say that I was completely drained. The exhaustion had taken a toll on me, leading to an ear infection caused by my allergies and inflammation. Despite the intense pain in my ear, I somehow found a way to drift off to sleep and slip into a dreamlike state.

The dream that I experienced felt as though I had transcended into a different dimension, a realm beyond our understanding. In this dream, I found myself on a tram ride through a mysterious city under the cover of night. The tram car had no roof, allowing me to bask in the beauty of the town and feel the gentle warmth of the breeze as we crossed a bridge towards a grand building.

Upon entering the building, I was led to a waiting room that resembled a cozy living room. The ambiance was serene, with soft lighting, drapes adorning the windows, and elegant end tables scattered around. Positioned against one wall was an inviting L-shaped couch with a television mounted above it, tuned to the news. Adjacent to the couch, against another wall, was an additional couch and a recliner, creating a welcoming space for relaxation.

As I settled into a seat near the TV, I noticed a few individuals already seated on the L-shaped couch. To my surprise and immense joy, my dad was reclining on the couch by the side wall, dressed in his favorite button-up shirt with a pocket and black slacks - an outfit he often wore in his earthly life. The sight of him filled me with warmth and nostalgia, and we engaged in lively conversation and laughter, reminiscing about old times and sharing moments of pure happiness. I was so grateful to be able to see him again.

In the midst of our heartfelt reunion, a doctor made an unexpected entrance into the room. Clad in a traditional white coat and sporting a vintage stethoscope, he greeted my father before turning his attention to me. With a gentle touch and a thorough examination, he brought a sense of familiarity and comfort to the room. When he was finished he walked over and joked with my dad telling him he needed a check for his services. My dad pulled out his wallet and laughed. The doctor began to joke with him, trying to listen to him with his stethoscope. His playful banter with my dad, joking about payment for his services, added a light-hearted touch to the atmosphere. I laughed with them and told the doctor "Ah, just knock the dust and cobwebs off of him, he will be alright", eliciting laughter and joy from all of us.

I rose from the couch and strode over to him. Leaning in, I enveloped him in my embrace as he lay there. Every fiber of my being sensed his presence, feeling his shirt against my face as I rested my head on his shoulder, tears streaming down my cheeks. As I whispered, "I love you," I felt his reciprocal embrace, his arms securely holding me as he said "I love you too". Through sobs, I expressed, "I miss you so much," to which he tenderly reassured me, "I know, baby, everything is going to be okay" gently stroking my hair.

When I eventually awoke from this surreal experience, I was met with a flood of emotions. The lingering echoes of that profound connection with my dad left me in tears, grappling with the bittersweet reality of returning to the waking world. Despite the ache of separation, the dream had gifted me with a precious moment of reunion and solace, reminding me of the enduring bond that transcends time and space.

Personal Note:

The next morning, my ear was completely pain-free and I felt fantastic. My sinus problems and ear infection have vanished ever since. Despite feeling saddened by this experience, I was grateful for the opportunity to converse with him. I am firmly convinced that he paid me a visit and brought an angel along to aid in my healing, enabling me to continue caring for my family and concentrating on my son.

Most of the time, when spirits appear in my dreams, they remain silent unless they communicate through a telephone call. I am uncertain whether my abilities are progressing or if my dad's presence was simply powerful enough for us to engage this time. I believe it could be a combination of both. I plan to share more about my interactions with departed loved ones and individuals who have reached out to me from beyond in upcoming posts.

Read more of my dreams here: My Dream Journal