I miss my dad every day, but Father’s Day is always especially bittersweet.
When he passed away, he promised me he would try to send signs letting me know he was ok, and still with me.
This morning, I woke up and quietly wished him a Happy Father’s Day in heaven and asked if he could send me a sign that he got the message.
25 minutes later, I opened X and saw this.
My dad’s name is Marty. 💞
Pure coincidence? Maybe.
But today, I’m choosing to believe it was him letting me know he heard me loud and clear. ❤️
I saw a TikTok of a guy saying “for as much as we use our phones, it’s weird that they aren’t in any of our dreams” and I can’t stop thinking about that.