Sometimes when we dream we dream of loved ones who have since passed. Sometimes those dreams feel so real, just like a real interaction, and most of the time they are.
My Papa was actually my Great Uncle, but he’s always been my Papa ever since I can remember despite that fact I had a wonderful grandfather, his brother-in-law. Hopefully I haven’t confused you… but growing up my sister and I would travel to Reno, NV to spend the summers with our Grannie & Papa and he would always give us talks of wisdom about life, the importance of education, and money management to name a few; ultimately he was preparing us for adulthood. Unfortunately he passed away when I was 12 so I’ve always felt like I needed his guidance, yet he has never left me.
When I was around 15 or 16 I had a very very vivid dream of him. I was in an open field of waving green tall grass. The air was perfect, nice with a comfortable breeze when I smelled the scent of his cologne. His scent was very specific. I turned around to find him right by my side. He spoke to me with urgency and sorrow. He kept repeating that “it was unfair, it was unfair but everything will be okay, this will make you stronger”, like he was preparing me for something, warning me about something to come. Not long after my mother had her first manic episode that I could actually remember and the roles changed from adult to child to child to adult; I had to grow up quick and make sure that my mom had the proper care she needed. He was right.
Papa doesn’t visit often but when he does he always has a message to gift me so it didn’t necessarily surprise me when he found me again last night.
In my dream I was walking within a busy strip mall trying to find coffee when I came across this house with an older man sitting on the porch. I felt drawn to the house although I did not recognize it, I followed my instinct and it led me to my Papa. He turned around and said, “I’ve been waiting for you”. I felt excited to see him because I miss him, naturally. I asked him what he meant and he told me it was time for me to know…
My Grannie was one of my favorite people, beside my grandmother (her sister) because she was so fashionable, so entertaining, just someone I resonated with. When she passed it was sad naturally but it was even sadder because she suffered from dementia before she passed. It had gotten to the point that I stopped visiting her in the convalescent home she resided in after suffering a stroke because it broke my heart seeing her in the condition she was in. Anyways, this is what my Papa wanted to talk to me about….. he explained that the reason why I haven’t been visited by her was because the state of mind that she was in when she passed made her believed that myself along with her family had abandoned her before she passed and that she’s still in that state of mind in spirit. It’s interesting that he would tell me this, the day of her sister’s funeral…..
I initially brushed this off as just a dream until I had a conversation with one of my co-workers this morning. He, we’ll call him Mr. Suave, comes and chats with me from time to time and this morning he talked me to me about his family and in particular his Uncle Rick. When he described his uncle, the resemblance of character was identical to my Papa who in reality was my great-uncle, I knew then this wasn’t a dream but an actual visit!
Spirit communication during the time the body sleeps is not uncommon because it’s an active time for the mind to be awake, for the soul to listen and understand. Some people will read this and think it’s all part of my subconscious mind playing itself out but spiritually grounded people will understand and appreciate this truth I present.
2 thoughts on “Visit from Papa”
I love the way you express yourself because I relate to so much of what you say. My dad passed away two and one-half years ago, and he visited me three times in dreams. The third time was vivid and a combination of dream and real-time. He was in our den, and I wasn’t scared when I saw him; I was thrilled. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was smiling broadly. I told him he’s dead, and does he know it, and he kept smiling broadly. I took it to mean that even though he passed he’s still with me in spirit. I miss him so much. Thank you for sharing your spiritual journey. I also believe in the Universe and that things/circumstances happen as they do for a reason.
My grandfather visited me so I completely understand your experience. Thank you for commenting. I feel that it’s so important for us to share these experiences with one another, because it’s our truth, our innate truth. If nothing had meaning, life would be purposeless, the Universe and Spirit just doesn’t work that way. 😊