I Miss My Dad

It's like the song: "...I wish I could have told him, in the living years... Say it loud, say it clear...it's too late, when we die... I wasn't there that morning, when my father passed away... I think I saw his spirit, in my baby's newborn eyes...". My friend, our family is all we have, after God, to love us and comfort us when we're down and beaten, by the cruel blows of life. Family is something sacred, a gift from God... Think about all those children in orphanages, or on the streets, that never had a father or a mother to pat them on the head, to kiss them and say: "I love you baby!". All those kids who have drug addicted parents, alcoholic, or child molesters... Who throw them on the walls, burn them with cigarette butts, rape and torcher them!...and even kill them. These kids will go to heaven with a first class ticket. But we have to pray for them, visit orphanages, and give our time and money to childrens' charities... We shouldn't selfishly keep our love only for our own family members! That way, we'll attract good karma to our lives, and God's blessing and protection. My friend is a christian missionary priest in ebola ravaged Sierra Leonne, Africa. (He was once a rock star in Australia, in a group called: 'the flies'. He was so famous, that teenage girls used to gather in front of his house, and his mother would give them his clothes and underwear... He didn't believe in any God, or Jesus... He lived for himself! Any way, he then saw Jesus Christ talk to him in a vision... And he left fame, glory and girls behind, to became a christian missionary priest, serving "the poorest of the poor", like Mother Tereza of Calcutta. Ironically, he is known as "the male Mother Tereza" because of his big heart, and the fantastic work he has done among the native Africans. His motto: "HELP US HELP THEM!". He truly lives in the Spirit. He's currently struggling, because of the ebola outbreak, and every morning, he thinks this might be his last day alive... Please visit his website: "PK4A.COM", and see his fantastic work! His name: Father Thémi Adamopoulos.). If you want to help your dead father's soul, crying won't help. You should pray to God, and fast from meat and dairy whenever you can for him. Give your time and money to charities, and disadvantaged people and children, IN HIS NAME/MEMORY. This will help him ALOT. Seeya! God bless!

Definitely try to! There's such a nice feeling that comes from it, it's never anything major like where all the money is buried in the backyard or his secret swiss bank account (lol) But my dad has come to me just telling me he's proud of me and things of that nature, and that's enough. 😊

Thank you for that bit of encouragement. That reenforcement of knowing that he is happy and at peace helps me. He has visited me in my dreams and I need to pay closer attention to that also.

That's hard, and just like Anne says he knows you love him and whatever you think he holds no kind of resentment or grudge against you. I lost my dad as well in 2002, and I have regrets about what I did or diden't do around that time but those are mine. He is happy, your dad is happy too. He visits me in dreams sometimes and I can see him and hear him... But he is around me all the time, and I'm sure your dad is around you. I always miss him and some days are better than others, but we will all meet again. ❤

Of course your father knows of your love. Take it from a subtle realm traveler, people who have moved on visit us in our dreams and the connection remains. My grandmother passed away several decades ago and it wasn't until I learned how to astral project that I knew she was fully aware of my feelings. I cried when I saw her and she assured me (and encouraged me) to move past that sorrow because there was nothing to be sorrowful about! They are very happy, know you love them, and want only your happiness in return.

Your guilt can be let go. It is serving no purpose other than haunt you and have ill effects in your life. Trust me, your father is with you over and over again and you'll see him when you too pass from this plane. After my own experience like yours, I never mourned my grandmother again. I knew all was well and any separation for any of us, if but a fleeting moment in time.

Anne