Six weeks before my dad died, I dreamed he was already gone. The dream wasn't sad. It carried a deep sense of peace and the feeling that everything would be okay.
A few days later, he received a terminal diagnosis. Six weeks after that, he passed away.
I grieved, but I never felt he was lost. Since then, he's visited in dreams and other meaningful ways, reminding me that love doesn't end when a life does.
Some connections continue beyond death. They simply change form.
I hope, if you've lost someone you love, that you find an experience like this too. It can bring a kind of peace that changes how you see everything. β€οΈ