My Daughter's Dad

My daughter's father was killed in a motorcycle accident three weeks before she was born. He has visited me in dreams when something, good or bad, was about to happen that would have an impact on her.

Here are a couple of the most significant.

We grew up in a small town in Ohio. Everyone knew everyone else. John and my brother and sister-in-law had mutual friends named Patty and Moose. (His real name was Howard) My daughter called them aunt and uncle. So, this dream begins as a bright foggy place. Like the inside of a cloud. John came walking out and he looked to the side and waved to someone to join him. Moose appeared and they put their arms around each other, waved to me, and then turned and walked away. As they disappeared into the fog, the phone rang and woke me. It was my sister-in-law informing me that Moose had just died, minutes before...

The most recent was I was at my Dad's house and so was the rest of our family. We were trying to talk him out of going Somewhere, I didn't know in the dream where. When John came into the dream and told us "he'll be okay...just let him go...he'll be fine..." Four days later, my dad had a major stroke. He had been very ill with emphysema and had put on 100 lbs. From the breathing treatments. He was very tired, and as a result, he refused any life sustaining treatment. He passed a week later...

That dream helped me to handle the passing of my father like no words of condolence or sympathy ever could...

John doesn't visit me too often anymore, as our daughter is grown, with a daughter of her own and another on the way. But he still reminds me once in a while that he's there for me.