Last year in March, me and my family (grandma, uncle, aunt and cousins) went to the beach during Carnival. I had to come back because I had to work but they stayed there. One day in the morning someone called us, it was my aunt and she informed us that my uncle had passed away.
We were shocked and I cried a lot. My brother got so mad cause he was his godfather and stopped talking for like, 2 days I guess... During the night people were on the mortuary chapel and I went home. I couldn't go inside and see his body, otherwise I would start to cry again and again.
I barely slept that night, but I had a dream with him. He was playing cards with 3 other people and I was on his side just looking. Then he looked at me and said:
"Tell everybody that I'm ok. Tell them not to worry..."
And the other day we buried his body and I told one of my aunt' sister bout it. I only told my cousin and aunt bout that dream 1 month later the funeral and they smiled and said it was probably really him.
Since that day I didn't dream about him but a friend of mine saw him this year during Carnival at our home on the beach. He was covered in light and I guess he was just looking if I was ok.
I still miss him, but I know he's in a good place and happy.