
My father died in 1991 at the young age of 63. About a year after he passed away, I had a dream....can't remember what it was about, but he was there. I couldn't see his face, but he was next to me and I could see his arm. It was thick, tan and the hair stood up. I recognized it immediately and touched it...ran my hands up and down it. I remember when I woke up that I felt so comforted just being able to touch him again.
Over the weekend, I asked God to give me a dream like that where I could hold Annie and touch her. He did. Again, I don't remember what the rest of the dream was about but I remember holding her tight and thinking that I wanted it to last forever. When I woke up, I felt grateful that God gave me the dream, but I was missing her just as much.
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