I lost my beloved dad to cancer of the kidney. In September 1997, my husband and I were married. Dad was in a lot of pain, and it took all of his energy to attend the wedding, which I kept small and simple. But it was only a couple weeks later that his health deteriorated, and he soon passed away. I believe he had some type of agreement with God to stay on earth long enough to see me married. I thank God that he didn't have to suffer long. My dad and I were extremely close, he was not only the best daddy I could ever ask for, but he was my best friend. I never could have imagined life without him, but I know God helped me prepare for his passing.
Three months after he passed, I had a dream about my dad. I was in a room which was lit very brightly, but not to the point where it blinded me. The walls were swirls of shades of blue and white and were beautiful beyond description. My dad was with me in the room. He was radiant. I remembering feeling like a small child next to him though. My dad had been very frail at the end of his life, but now he seemed healthy and larger than life, almost like a giant. He embraced me, and I felt so warm and at peace. His body seemed to swallow mine. I was ecstatic to see him again, and told him how much I missed him. He told me he missed me too, but if I ever needed him, he'd be with me. I asked him questions about heaven and about my mom who had passed away in 1991. He said that my mom was keeping very busy and told me, "Heaven is absolutely beautiful, but you still have to obey the rules here!" My dad always had a dry sense of humor.
I have had many wonderful dreams about my dad and both my parents, but this one has been the most powerful. Thank you Betty, for writing your book "Embraced by the Light" and sharing your experience. I used to think death was a very scary, lonely, and dark process. Although, I miss both of my parents and think about them often, I know that they are still doing Gods work and I'm thankful He included me in their plan.

Carol

On March 2, 2001, after many years of heart problems, my beloved father departed this earth for his heavenly home. My heart has been so very heavy since then, and I have shed more tears than I would've ever dreamed possible. My husband had begun to worry quite a bit about me because of my sadness and had suggested that I might want to get some grief counseling to help me cope with my father's death. Then about 5 months after he died I had a dream which brought much comfort to me.
In my dream, I was praying and asking my Heavenly Father to please just give me a glimpse of where my father is now. In the next instant I realized that I was in Heaven. As I have tried to explain this dream the only thing I could really remember about Heaven was not so much what it looked like but what it felt like. It was the most overwhelming feeling of love, peace and acceptance. In fact so much so that I have not really been able to find words in the English language sufficient to describe it.
I do remember seeing these beautiful trees. In fact, for some reason I never looked down at the ground, the entire dream I was looking upward and I just kept staring at these trees. I also remember seeing something that I knew represented spirits who were waiting their turn to come to earth and to experience their time here. I remember that there were just thousands and thousands of them. They were everywhere I looked, and they were very beautiful.
I began to realize as I was "touring" Heaven that I had a guide by my side who was explaining things to me through my thoughts. At one point I remember telling my guide that I now understood why my dad wanted to stay there instead of coming back to earth and to his body that was so sick and full of pain. I then told the guide that I too wanted to stay there, and the guide told me that I had to return because it was not yet my time to stay there. The guide said that I still had other things that I had to accomplish here on earth before it would be my turn to come there to stay. I remember being extremely disappointed that I had to come back. I really wanted to stay there and continue feeling that unconditional love forever. It seemed that almost immediately after I was told why I had to return, I woke up in my bed.
I usually forget dreams almost as soon as I wake up but this one has stayed with me and is still very vivid in my mind. I never saw my precious father, but I could feel his presence, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was there. I am so thankful that I was allowed to experience this dream because since then I have had a lot more peace about my father's death and now I know for sure that he is in a wonderful place and that he is extremely happy.

RW

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