True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
After my father died, in September of 1998, I had several vivid dreams that felt very much like his real presence. These came after weeks of aching for my dad and praying to know he was all right. In one dream I saw him standing by the silo on the farm in his bib overalls. He looked at me with love and I was filled with peace and joy. In another dream I found myself sitting beside him at a family gathering. It was enormously comforting. Once he came to me looking radiant, as I remember him when he was in his late thirties, young and strong and full of life.