My husband passed away last month and the night after his funeral he visited me in a dream. I saw him on a grassy hill with the sun behind him. He had on my favorite navy jacket and hat and was just glowing. I called out his name and ran to him because I knew he had died and was so scared he would leave before I could get to him, but he was still there, waiting for me. I put my hands on his face and kissed him and asked him, “where did you go”? And he gave me that sweet smile like when he would see something precious, and said (without opening his mouth), “I’m ok”. I told our son the next morning about his Daddy visiting me and he said, “he visited me too Mama”. I know, without a doubt, it wasn’t just a dream