Posted by: geolocke | 2018/11/02

All Souls Day – 2018

To my sisters and brothers, mother and aunt,

This past Wednesday morning I woke up about 1:00am and couldn’t get back to sleep. Thoughts about work, dad’s estate, the hurricane damage to dad’s house at the coast, mom’s health, my wife’s health, and a myriad other thoughts kept running circles through my sleepless mind.

Like many other similar nights, I got up and went to sit in the front room to pray and hoped to grab at least a few more minutes of sleep before having to get up and go to work.  I repeated praying the ‘Hail Mary’ and ‘Our Father’ prayers (although not actually praying my Rosary) until I finally drifted back to sleep and I dreamed.

Most of my dreams were brief snippets of different storylines that merged and flowed together like a stream of parallel disconnected thoughts, not really following any rhyme or reason that would make sense to the waking mind, but then my dreams all came together into one sharply focused moment.

I am standing alone in our kitchen while other family members, friends and guests are congregating in other parts of the house and dad walks in the back door dressed in his old tattered clothes, like the ones he wore while working on his house at the coast. Dad is healthy and able to see, steady on his feet, alert and fully cognizant of all that is going on around us. Dad then proceeded to take off his old clothes, dropping them on the floor, and he showed me his body (no laughing!). He was healthy and strong looking, not young but not old either. We hugged and he held me tightly in his arms. I could *feel* the warmth of life and health and strength radiating from his skin. I have only felt life like this in one other dream.

We remained clasped together in each other’s arms, neither one wanting to be the first to break the embrace, telling each other that we loved them, but then we separated. Dad told me that he wanted to stay here but that he had to be going, and he left through the front door. This is when I woke up.

The analytical part of me, the “armchair psychologist” tries to tell me that what I experienced was only my mind’s attempt to process all the repressed grief that I haven’t been able to deal with because I’ve been so busy dealing with the business side of death that I haven’t had time to properly mourn dad’s passing.  But I am a person of faith, and I realize that this dream is all of that and something more that comes unbidden from somewhere outside of me. I truly believe that I was given a special blessing to be assured that dad is ok, that he has been healed and purified of all life’s defects and injuries, and that he is ‘home’ in Heaven with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

I wanted to share this with you my sisters and brothers, and dearest mother and aunt, because I know that dad wanted me to let you also be assured that he is ok, even though he did not specifically tell me to share this ‘message’ with you.

With great love and affection for you all,




  1. George this is beautiful and healing for all! All Souls’ Day brings us all to mourning our losses! Mother Angelica spoke to my heart forty years ago and healed my grief for our six babies who had gone, one by one, right to Heaven to the Arms of Our Sweet Lord!

    Sent from my iPhone



  2. Dear George, Your dream is one that other believing, grieving people have had. You are right that the dream allows you to share with other loved ones that there is nothing to fear about death. We can be certain our loved ones are living in the light and will be there to welcome us when our journey is ended. Thanks for keeping me on the mailing list. blessings, Sister Renee


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