Ok, I'm almost caught up with my speed posting...just lacking Christmas and New Years! However, I had to interrupt and tell y'all about my dream on Sunday afternoon. I have talked to several friends who have lost parents and they said they all had great dreams of them. I was beginning to wonder why I hadn't had this great experience. I kept telling myself that when I was ready it would happen or maybe I'm just not the dreaming type. Well, I laid down for a normal Sunday afternoon nap and dreamt the happiest dream ever. I could clearly see my Dad! We were in the kitchen of the Iola house. It was not a surprise to me because I have such found memories of him being the Chef in that house. He was standing over the sink...I'm not sure what he was doing. I like to think he was peeling the shells off of eggs in preparation for deviled eggs for a Holiday. Anyways, I was sitting on the counter in front of his empty medicine cabinet and we just talked. We talked about all the things that he had missed over the last year and a half. We talked about his funeral and all the wonderful tributes that people had paid him. We never talked about Heaven...I just remember feeling like it wasn't necessary. He was the same wonderful Daddy that I knew and loved so I just spent some time with him.
I remember waking up from my dream because my cell phone rang. Needless to say, I didn't answer it. I had to process everything that had just happened. However, the biggest thing I realized was that I wasn't sad. I didn't wake up crying. It was just this blessing that God had given me. I got to spend some time with my Dad. I am eternally grateful to God for allowing me to have such a happy dream.