My father was a wonderful man. I loved him very much. He died when he was 79 years old in 1992. My mother died in 2000; and my marriage died in 2001 after 34 years.
I had to sell the house that my husband and I lived in. I moved back to the house my parents lived in, as a matter of fact, my father died in the house I'm in now. Anyway, every night I would lock myself in my bedroom and cry my heart out about the breakup of my marriage. I would fall asleep crying and crying, looking at old pictures and cards. This went on for quite a while, at least 2 years.
One night I had taken a sleeping pill so I could get a good nights rest. I was finally in a good deep sleep when my father started to call me (not out loud, but I could hear him in my head. I kept turning me head from side to side so that he would stop, because I was really enjoying the sleep I was in.
But after a while I realized that I am now awake and he is still calling my name. I had my eyes closed and was afraid to open them, and yet I was curious because it was my father.
I finally got the nerve, opened my eyes and my father's face was right in front of me. He looked really really mad and just said three words to me..."knock it off", and I want you to know that I did.
I guess your parents are your parents for all time and the love doesn't stop. Thanks dad that was just the jolt I needed...
Love you always you daughter.