Normally I do not recall my dreams, or they fade in my mind minutes after I wake. My bride has very vivid dreams each night and she tells me about them, to my amusement. Last night however I had quite a vivid dream where my bride brought upstairs to me our late son Larry. She explained to me that Larry had returned. He looked just as he had in life and could speak somewhat clearer. I kept asking myself in the dream if this was real. The dream was so vivid that I had almost convinced myself that it was, when I woke to a Larryless world. One might assume that I was saddened, but quite the contrary, the sight of Larry in a dream always gladdens my heart.
I assume what caused the dream was the event of last week. Each Thanksgiving I go to Larry’s gravesite and invite him to Thanksgiving lunch. Some years he has done something to indicate that he is present. One year he rolled down the windows of the van, turned on the music and turned on the lights. My daughter walking our dog noticed this before the battery was drained. The event last week was a bit less dramatic. Each Thanksgiving we have several pies. After lunch I always slice the Chocolate Silk Pie, the family favorite. There were only three people present this year, me, my bride and my son, my daughter being detained by work responsibilities. After I had cut the pie, I was surprised to see most of it gone a few minutes later. I assumed that someone had decided to take more than their allotted slice, which was fine. A few hours later my wife noticed in our living room a half eaten piece of pie on a plate. Neither I, my bride nor our living son had eaten that piece of pie. Larry was always so very fond of Chocolate Silk Pie.
My sainted Mother always told me growing up that death does not stop true love. As my years pass, I see ever more wisdom in that observation.
◄ Psalm 103 ►
Douay-Rheims Bible
Verses 13 – 22;
13As a father hath compassion on his children, so hath the Lord compassion on them that fear him:
14for he knoweth our frame. He remembereth that we are dust:
15man’s days are as grass, as the flower of the field so shall he flourish.
16For the spirit shall pass in him, and he shall not be: and he shall know his place no more.
17But the mercy of the Lord is from eternity and unto eternity upon them that fear him: And his justice unto children’s children,
18to such as keep his covenant, And are mindful of his commandments to do them.
19The Lord hath prepared his throne in heaven: and his kingdom shall rule over all.
20Bless the Lord, all ye his angels: you that are mighty in strength, and execute his word, hearkening to the voice of his orders.
21Bless the Lord, all ye his hosts: you ministers of his that do his will.
22Bless the Lord, all his works: in every place of his dominion, O my soul, bless thou the Lord.
Graces.
Your mom and Larry had their hands in this one, is my guess.
First and foremost Our Heavenly Father gave his nod of approval.
Larry has a very special pull on Our Fathers heart since He couldn’t be separated from him any longer. 2013 was the year of great Joy for our Father. He had his Larry back.
You, your bride and Larry’s siblings?
Well let’s just imagine for a moment that last night’s dream was Grandma’s and Larry’s way of saying..WE LOVE YOU.
In the Father’s authority He is part of the WE.
Graces Don.
“Oh my soul…bless the Lord.”
I don’t know what to think about Don’s stories. They are so astonishingly supernatural. Nevertheless, I have a couple.
My father was 23 in 1943. He had two brothers away in the war. One night while he was asleep he woke up to see his brother, Walter, in his army uniform standing at the foot of his bed. Walter said, “I’m in trouble. I need you to pray for me.” My Dad got out of bed, knelt down and said an Our Father. A couple of nights later he saw Walter again. This time he was glowing and said, “I’m alright now.”
About a week later, a telegram arrived from the government informing the family that Walter’s plane had gone down in the Mediterranean Sea. No survivors.
I don’t have anything that unexplainable. There is this, but it could be an eerie coincidence.
A couple of years ago, in June of 2018 on Father’s Day I drove down to my Dad’s grave because… it was Father’s Day. Said a prayer, told him I missed him. On the way home I noticed my iPhone was completely dead. I didn’t think it had been that low. I plugged it in to the car outlet to charge it. After a few minutes it came back up and somehow started playing a song I had not been listening to or even had listened to for a quite awhile. It was a song by Neil Diamond, (I’m a Neil Diamond fan), that he wrote about his father shortly after he died. It’s called “Angel Above My Head.”
Some lyrics:
“Angel above my head
Calling my name in diff’rent places
Angel above my head
Tapping me gently on my shoulder
That angel above my head
Saying it’s time to be growing older
If you wanna be true to me
First you’ve got to be true to yourself
Oh, yeah
It don’t matter ’bout nobody else
Oh, no
Keep me there in your mind
I’ll be there by your side.”
My phone had about 130 songs on it so that was a pretty appropriate one to just start playing with no explanation.
Larry’s got good taste.
Thank you for sharing, Donald.
“My phone had about 130 songs on it so that was a pretty appropriate one to just start playing with no explanation.” George Haberberger
No explanation is needed George.
Paraphrasing here;
For those who have faith no explanation is needed. For those who do not have faith no explanation will suffice.
God is SO rich in mercy. He is love.
On the evening of December 4th 2013 God gave me a wink.
My dad passed away in the early morning hours of that day. We suffered greatly for three years leading up to his new birthday. My brothers and I visited him regularly at the Nursing home.
On the day he passed my brothers and I met at the funeral home to finalize plans. One of my tasks was to select 75 photos to be given to the funeral home for a video collage which would play during the visitation period.
I hadn’t cried during the day, until I found myself alone at the dining room table, sorting out memories captured on kodachrome. It hit me like a ton of bricks…the tears.
I had to step outside.
It was a light drizzle falling down that evening and a prayer from my core uttered out of my mouth; “Please God. Take great care of my Dad.” He loved so deeply and had the greatest faith. I hope, God, that I didn’t let him or you down during his final three years.”
I said this while my head was tilted back staring into a cold dark drizzle.
Just as soon as my prayer ended the dome light turned on in my truck.
I stood in wonder and asked; Is that You? Just then the light went off.
I hurried to check all doors. Each one was closed solid. No explanation was needed.
I believe that my prayers and hymns at his bedside for those 3 years gave him comfort. His boy had been lost for many years…but he was found. Blinded by sin…but then sight restored. Dead..but brought back to Life.
I’m so grateful that my folks had the great gift of witnessing a miracle.
My return to the Sacraments. To Truth. To life in Christ.
George.
Please allow room for the greatest Love in the universe to manifest that love in small miracles and grand wonders.
….btw.
To George.
Please don’t let my expression be taken as an assumption regarding your faith. I did not mean it to come out as such. I believe in your tremendous stories and in His Power to bring about the supernatural where and when it pleases Him.
I also believe that your Faith is greater than mine.
Peace.