windchymes
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About a month after my dad died five years ago, I had a dream about him. I asked him if he was happy, if it was good where he was now, because I always thought that if anyone would contact me from the "other side", he would. I remember his reply vividly: "Oh, you should see it here. All that stuff on Earth, none of it matters....when you get here, you'll know what I mean, I can't wait for you to see it. It's going to be awhile before you do! But you're going to love it when you get here." For a time after that, I used to smell cigarette smoke when there was none around, nor could there be, no neighbors smoking, no way I should be smelling smoke, but I smelled faint wisps of it. He was a heavy smoker. Other people have told me that they've smelled their departed loved ones' perfumes and cigarette smoke at times. A couple months after that, I was sitting at my computer in another house, and the planter I had taken from his funeral suddenly jumped off the edge of the desk and fell to the floor. I thought that was weird, because, though it was near the edge, it wasn't THAT near, it shouldn't have fallen off by itself. I jokingly thought, "Dad, is that you?" But then all of a sudden, I was overwhelmed with emotion, and I "felt" a presence there, it's hard to explain. I started crying, and said, "Dad, if that's you, I love you and I miss you". Then, something happened that had never happened before and has never happened since. I felt this intense hot/cold tingling sensation on my back, on up my spine, my shoulders and up my neck to the top of my head. Dad used to come up behind me and hug me like that...and I honestly think it was him doing that one last time, saying good-bye, because I haven't smelled the smoke or felt anything like that since.
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