So far I've had 3 dreams... the first was very shortly after Daddy's passing. I was at the house and we were going through stuff and the phone rang. I went to answer it and it was a man I didn't know. I think his name was Robert. He told me I didn't know who he was, and was trying to tell me something. And then all of a sudden, Daddy came creeping around from the dining room, kind of dancing and smiling. He had on his Dept of Sanitation shirt and his favorite orange hoodie. I looked at him in disbelief because I knew he was gone and said "what are you doing here?" and then handed him the phone and said, "here this is for you." The next dream was about a week ago. Jon and I were sleeping and the phone rang at 3AM. It was my dad telling me that he was ok and that he was at the hospital all this time and that he wanted me to pick him up. I remember being so happy that he was still alive... And the last dream was last night. Daddy wasn't well and I knew he was going to die. He looked a lot heavier than he had been recently and something was wrong with his right eye. I don't know where we were butI think we were at Lake George with a big crowd. He was sitting at a table crying and I wanted him to take a picture with Julia and Leah because I knew it would be the last one. Then he went over to hold Leah and said something about how happy he was that he held her and that he loved her. Then we sat on a couch and I just hugged him and sobbed. Telling him I didn't want him to go. He whispered something in my ear about the house and me and my sisters. I woke up hysterical crying.