A couple of weeks ago I was in bed asleep. I had a dream about my father and he was calling to me. I woke up still hearing his voice echoing in my head at 2:00 a.m. I snuck out not about to wake up my fiancé. And got in my car and went to the cemetery where he is buried. I was in a deep depression for it is almost the anniversary of his death. It always puts me in a funk. So I got to the cemetery and went to his grave. It was pitch black and I was petrified to be there. But I knew I had to go! I walked over to his grave and initially started to cry and mourn again. As I do every time I go there. When I suddenly felt a cold breeze brush across my face! I knew it wasn’t my dad for it was an eerie bad feeling. I quickly turned and saw a shadow coming towards me in the moonlight. I was scared to no end. But knew I couldn’t leave so I sat down next to my fathers grave and put my right arm on the tombstone and buried my face in my arm. I could hear the wind start to whistle and blow, it sounded like a sinister laugh. I started to sob that my father could be in an evil place and scared as to what would happen to me. When all of a sudden I felt a warm sensation on my left shoulder. And I felt comforted, the wind stopped and I slowly looked up. I had tears in my eyes but I thought I saw a hand on my shoulder. It was very white and transparent but very real. I placed my hand on it and it vanished. I struggled quickly to rub the tears from my eyes. When I felt surrounded by love and warmth. I knew that it was my father. At that point I didn’t need to see him because I felt him all around me. I got up and went to walk back to the car. I turned and looked back to the headstone one last time. One last tear fell down my cheek as I said, “Thanks dad!” I got back in the car and started it up, when I noticed a picture on the passenger side floor of the car. It was faced down. I picked it up when I saw writing on the back. It said “Your welcome!”
It was a picture of me and my dad one-week before he died. I asked my sister to make me a copy of it. She told me she would, I e-mailed her saying Thank You. She wrote on the back of the card Your Welcome! I had lost it and went crazy looking for it. It was really reassuring to find the picture, and after saying thanks to him. It felt like he was saying your welcome to me. I drove home and I am out of my funk for now, I know I will go into it again but now I feel it will be easier!
