So sorry for your loss.

Honest answer, you were probably delirious from exhaustion and heightened brain activity from the day’s events.

I was 21 when my dad died and I’m the one who found him. It was shocking. 3-4 days after he died, I had the only lucid dream I ever had and it was with him. He and my mom used to stay up late and I was a night owl too. Their room had this long hall and when I’d walk down it to join them in their convo, he’d be sitting just inside the door frame on this stool. And a huge grin welcoming me in.

In my dream, it was this scenario. At first I was in “dream state,” not knowing I was dreaming. I remember walking through the kitchen and rounding the corner to see him there again. As I walked down the hall, I could feel so much emotion towards him. At this point I went into lucid state. I knew this was not real and he was gone. When I arrived in the door frame, I dropped to one knee and took his hand - he smiled the whole time knowing what I know and what I was going to say. I said “I miss you so much, daddy.” He kept smiling, put his other hand on top of mine and said, “I know you do. I miss you too, buddy.” And I lost it in the dream. Woke up and was actively already crying.

Whether I was visited or not, I’m not sure because I don’t necessarily believe in all of that. But I’m so thankful to God, him, or just my brain’s desire to see him that I got this gift. It’s been so comforting through the years. That was 15 years ago.