09/23/2020
I donāt ever share much about my dreams. But today, on my dadās 61st birthday, I find it fitting to share just ā¢oneā¢ of my many visitation dreams Iāve had with my father.
So, hereās the backstory: On the farm, we had white tin numbers, painted red, on each of the greenhouses. When we had to make the difficult decision to close the doors to the business, we all made sure to try and keep some numbers for each of us. I chose 5 and 9, to symbolize dadās birth year (1959).
The other day, I was scrolling through my phone; not realizing what I had in my ānotes.ā I found a note titled ādreams with dadā... and since I hadnāt had a visitation dream in a while, I decided to read through them. There was one that stood out to me from all the rest, because I never realized the truth behind the numbers in this dream... (in the dream, dad handed me the greenhouse tin sign numbers 2, 3, 5 and 7. Dad was born on the 23rd and he passed on 7/5.)
I feel beyond blessed to experience these dreams and I am so thankful my father shows up to meet me. Itās a feeling I cannot describe. There is no other way to explain it, but itās peace. Yes, peace.
This was the dream (I write down anything I can remember each time I have them)...
-standing with dad and other people (not very clear who they were) in the head greenhouse. We are taking down the number signs (the red and white numbers) ... 2,3,5,7 . Dad is in a winter hat with winter plaid coat, holding screwdrivers and handing me the numbers. I feel the cold tin numbers, rough and bumpy. Dad said āitās important to do this... hold on to these for me.ā
I pray that you continue to meet me and give me these stories to share. Continue to give me hope and most importantly, faith.
Happy ā¢heavenlyā¢ birthday to you dad, Pat Coleman. Cheers to 61š»... Iāll be seeing you. š
