Dad called from Heaven. The connection was terrible.
My Dad called me from Heaven. The connection was terrible. I think of myself as a woman of reason, so I put little thought to anything other worldly. And dreams are just that, dreams. Wonderful or terrible and weird, always weird. Still, it makes me happy to think my Dad is good. After my Dad died, I dreamt of him often. He always seemed a little confused. I was always happy to see him and gave him big hugs. I knew he wasn't alive and I was thrilled for the opportunity to see him. After a while the dreams faded, as they do. I was a bit sad. Then one night I dreamed he called me! Like I said, the connection was terrible. I could tell by his voice, the tone, the pitch, the speed, that he was having the time of his life! I said to him, "Well Dad I can hear you're having a good time, but I can't understand you, so I'll let you go. Bye!" And that was that. So ei...