Jun. 9th, 2008 03:53 pm
Dreams: speaking to the dead
Before waking this early morning, I had a visit from my dead father-in-law. He died when
quiet_elegance was 16, so not someone I'd ever had a chance to meet. But here he was, in my kitchen- a presence similar to his son, but darker and a bit more compact. I was alone with him and talking to him in such a way that it's as if he was gone by choice rather than by cruel fate. I pulled everything I could from our food/bbq orgy this past weekend - partially because he seemed like he needed food and also as a concrete example of what his son enjoys doing and has a great proficiency at. Without remembering the exact words, I knew emphatically that he was pleased with q_e's work. He was very partial to the brisket. FiL definitely had some choice words for MiL's choices in boyfriends, though. Didn't like, nosirreebob.
I'm not a spiritual person by most people's standards, but I do not ignore signs like this. It was absolutely a benediction. At least for q_e. :)
I'm not a spiritual person by most people's standards, but I do not ignore signs like this. It was absolutely a benediction. At least for q_e. :)