For the first time in a little over two years, I had a dream that I was able to see my dad. Like actually see him. And talk to him. And hug him once again…. We got to eat dinner together and watch a movie one last time and he told me he was proud of me for going to school….

Before it’s always been that I’d see him once for a brief second and not be able to talk to him, or that I’d be searching everywhere for him in my dream because he’d tell me to meet up with him somewhere, but he’d never show and I’d never be able to get a hold of him and it was like going through the pain of losing him over and over again…..

He must be thinking of me, a lot, up in Heaven for me to have such a strong dream…

Thank you for visiting me in my dreams last night, daddy.
I really needed it. I miss you so much.