Yesterday I had a dream about my father. It’s been a while since this happened. My mom was hosting a memorial for him at my childhood home. I was on the driveway as the guests began to leave for their cars. As many people were leaving the house, my mom mentioned a young boy I should look out for. I can’t remember if I found him or not (not sure what that was about!).
Later on, I see this man standing near me, on the part of the driveway where the cherry tree is. I look at him and say, “You look like my father.” He replies, “I am your father.” He was wearing a bright yellow button down Hawaii shirt and khaki shorts—the type of outfit he used to wear to our weekly Friday night family dinners.
This was not the first time my father had appeared to me in a dream after his death and I knew it was a gift that he was physically present, and I also knew it wouldn’t last long. I gave him a big hug and told him how proud we are of him when we speak about him to others. (In real life I was on a call yesterday where I spoke in depth about my father and what a great doctor he was.)
My brother was sitting on a bench behind me (that bench, unlike the cherry tree, does not exist on our driveway in real life). He gave our father a big hug. My mom then gave my father a big hug. And he was gone.