A Daughter's Dream

A True Story By: Chello

My Father passed away June 7th, 1992 of a two year struggle with the cancer form of Lymphoma. It was the very day of my parent's 34th wedding anniversary... A sad occassion, yet my Mother found comfort in the fact they were bound together and parted on the same day...

I was unable to attend his funeral because of the 1700 mile span between us and my sister and I had recently returned from a two week visit with him... I found it hard to accept his passing... In my mind I would always wonder when he was coming back, it never seemed real to me... My tears and memories flooded my emotions for months... Even though we held a service for him here for the family and friends he left behind, I never found closure.

He was a rugged John Wayne type, deeply mourned for and terribly missed... The following late winter, I had a dream... He appeared before me... looking as I remembered him before his illness... well and peaceful, donned in his hat, vest, long sleeved shirt, jeans and boots... He was within reaching distance and I could see a large dog rambunctiously pacing back and forth just behind him... In the near distance I could see a brightly lit doorway with a silhouette of a man standing as if waiting...

My Father drew me into his arms and held me tight... my chin resting on his shoulder, I could still see the dog pacing and barking... He repeated to me twice, "Everything's going to be alright, Everything's going to be alright." The dream vanished...

I woke up crying, still feeling his arms around me. My outburst had awakened my husband... relaying my dream, he held me near. The dream troubled me deeply... I had not gotten to see his face before I had woke up... I had not seen his smile... A couple of nights later still troubled, as I lay trying to sleep, his face appeared before me only for a fleeting moment and I saw the most beautiful smile... It brought me peace and I could feel myself smiling back...

A few weeks later, my Mother had spoken to a old family friend on the phone... A person she hadn't seen nor heard from in years... The woman's husband, an old friend of my Father's, had passed away a few weeks earlier and on the day of his funeral, his dog had passed away too...

As God is my witness... People I tell you this is a true story, experienced and told to you by me, Chello... Peace, comfort and closure at last... This event in my life has opened up my eyes to that which brings the compassion you have grown to know in me... Though I had the compassion before for I always had "Love" in my heart for Mother Nature, I now have faith that there truely is a God and we are all here for just a short time before we move on to the next plane of "Life". For "Love" is the key to the gates of Heaven and if you have "Love" in your heart your eternity is through that brightly lit doorway following the footsteps of my Father!

God Bless Every One Of You And Yours !

For in me, you will find the "Love" and the "Friendship" all I can give...

Dedicated to the memory of...

Raymond Charles Anderson

November 9, 1936 ~to~ June 7, 1992

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