First story, enjoy.
This is a true story. Every time I go with my brother and sisters to a cemetery to see a grave of my deceased brother's burial place, my body reacts like a draining of energy, as if my body is suppressing its energy, but I know for sure it is nothing major. This never happened until my father passed away. It was 8 days after my 19th birthday. He was in the same plot as my brother who died when he was a baby.
When my dad died, I had a dream where my sister and brother were watching a movie in a familiar room. My dad was sitting on a chair giving me an angry look. I began to cry and he started saying, "It's your fault." So I tried hugging him but instead he faded behind me in different clothing and said once again, "It's your fault." Then faded a last time.
I told many people this dream but everyone says it is not your fault. Instead, it is his for taking that path. Meanwhile, I always think this cemetery sickness of mine is not permanent. I know it is because I am not letting go of the fact my father is gone, which I know he is. I think what I need to do is say a proper goodbye to him in my own solitude time.