My Dad was an independent owner operator for 41 years. He, I and his Mom, my Grandma Vada were very close. So close, in fact, we knew what the other was thinking without even asking. I call it being "akin" to somebody.
So my Dad falls out of his truck in 2010, breaks his neck, is a quadriplegic for 6 months and dies 03/31/2011. Just DESTROYED me.
A few months later, I'm asleep... I think...and, I never have dreams I remember... But THIS dream... I can SMELL cigarettes and diesel...I'm in a garden-a BEAUTIFUL garden with color and fragrances so VIVID...I've never felt SO ALIVE! And there's my daddy... Sitting not 3 ft from me. I instantly just knew he was ok. And he looks me right in my eyes all serious like and WITHOUT OPENING HIS MOUTH, says,
"Kerri, I LOVE YOU." And I was awake. Crying! Shook up.
Next night, I'm sitting around with my friend, Jerree and this overwhelming compulsion to tell Jerree to go see her dad in Oklahoma won't let me alone until I say it to her. So I did. Her dad passed the next day.
Another day, I'm at some friend's house and everybody goes downstairs to play pool, except here comes this overwhelming compulsion to stay seated, alone at the kitchen table. Then in comes this horrible dude I can't stand-he goes on downstairs, but his driver-a guy I had never met, sits down across from me. This overwhelming thing makes me say, "You look like you just saw a ghost!" And the dude bolts and leaves!
Two weeks later, that guy finds my house and tells me that that day he met me, right before that, him and Roger, we'll call him, were at a truck stop getting gas. Supposedly a long time ago there was a murder Roger was involved in and no one was left alive EXCEPT Roger to tell anything. Well, while pumping gas, a stranger walked up to Roger and began giving him DETAILS ABOUT THE MURDER! Roger said, "Who the f*** are you and what do you want from me?" The stranger said they were (the murder victims name) reincarnated. Then they drove to where I was and I said, "You look like you just saw a ghost."
At this point I think I'm losing my mind. I throw people out of my house for talking crazy like this! About a month later I have my daddy's 38 Special in my mouth, about to pull the trigger when... Here it comes, this overwhelming compulsion to put the gun down and pick up my Dads old 12 string Eko Ranger. I never put that guitar down and learned it in 4 months. Bizarre. An Indian told me that my dad and I were spiritually connected and when he passed, the veil had thinned for me. I believe that.