I don’t believe in heaven and I don’t believe in hell so where do people go when they die? If you asked me, I would tell you that they never leave you. They live on in your mind, your consciousness, your thoughts, your dreams, your memories, and what not. Those that have left us live on in the way that we choose them to. That being said, I do believe that these people can still visit us from time to time. Now I’m not talking ghosts walking through your walls or rattling chains and shit. I mean, they can visit us in one of many ways even if it’s just to let us know that they are doing fine on the other side. The other night I had a dream about my father. It was a simple dream. I was in a guitar store playing a guitar that I want to buy. I looked over and there he was just standing there with his hands in his pockets and a look of approval.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I just wanted to tell you that this guitar looks great on you. It’s beautiful. You should get that one.” he said.
“How have you been?” I asked?
“I’ve been listening to you and I’m happy”, he said.
Then I woke up. No huge rush of emotion or anything but it was interesting that this was the conversation I had with my dad in my dreams. Validation from him was what I sought more than anything in my life as a kid and as an adult and I got it before he passed so to hear it in this dream just made me feel like he is still a huge part of me and now I know just where to find him when I need to talk to him.