My sister told me about a dream she had. She was with my dad. He put his hands on her shoulders and just looked at her with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. What a beautiful dream – or was it? This is how I like to remember my dad. Smiling, happy, whole. With the twinkle in his eye that says he’s got a little something deep down that he knows and needs to share.

I Found God today in a beautiful  dream of my dad.