That sounds lovely, EJ. My dad has been gone 7 years, and I still dream about him occasionally, but not in a long time now. One time, I heard him at the head of my bed telling me it was time to get up. So I got up! And then I realized that couldn't be, and I looked at the clock -- it was 6:30 a.m., the time he died. I yelled at him for waking me up at 6:30 on a Saturday morning, but I stayed up!

It's nice to have those signs that our loved ones are still with us.

Love, Candy