This is my first post and it's very long so bear with me!
So here is some background info before I tell my experiences.
When I was about 2 years old my father passed away at age 23. (I'm 19 now) This part of the story is what I was told from my Yiayia (grandmother) who used to watch me everyday when I was little... Well because I was obviously too young to remember then. These events occurred almost immediately after his death. She said I would be sitting in my high chair and I would just turn and start having a conversation with someone. My aunt would ask her who I was talking to and they both came to the conclusion it was my dad. I would talk to him everyday. She also said when I was being a little brat that I would look up, point, stomp my feet, and say "No! I don't want to!" or "No, I won't!" I'm pretty sure he was telling me to be good!
Now the rest I can remember on my own. When I was about 4 or 5 around Christmas time, I was tugging on my Godfather's (dad's younger brother) shirt to get his attention. His over protective dog took it as me hurting him and literally attacked me, biting a clear hole from front to back of my dress over my heart. Now the weird part of this is that there was not a single scratch on me. None whatsoever. He must have protected me.
The next thing I remember quite clearly. This was when I was about 5. It was in my Godmother's (mom's older sister) old house. Her house was pretty old, had stairs that went straight up into an attic type floor which had a bedroom and a VERY small bathroom at the top of the steps. I don't know exactly how it started, but I remember going up there because I would get the urge to. Me and my cousin who is 9 months younger than me would both go to that bathroom up there to talk to my dad and her grandpa who had recently passed at that time. I remember going up there every time I was there. She still remembers going up there too for the same reason. We would just sit on the floor Indian Style and talk to them for hours. I don't remember about what, probably the typical 4 and 5 year old convo. But I always think about when her and I would go up there to talk to them. I don't think any of the adults knew what we went up there for because I actually told my Yiayia about it tonight and she just about passed out.
And the most recent thing that has happened was the night of Father's day. I was unable to visit my dad's grave as I had work all day so all I could think of was how bad I felt that I couldn't see him. That night I had a dream of him. I've never had a dream of him before. It wasn't like a normal dream though. The only way I can describe it is it was just his face, and he was smiling at me. Didn't say anything, just him smiling. And it was very vivid. His bright blue eyes looking so happy. I told my aunt and she said he misses me and knows I wanted to see him but couldn't. I felt like I actually got to see him. It made me feel better like he still watches over me when he can. Maybe not be with me everyday like he was, but still is here when I need him.
Just wanted to share something! I appreciate any feedback!