I had never really had a physical feeling of Dad's presence until about a week ago. Others talked about how they felt him near or how they felt his influence in their lives almost from the moment he was gone. I didn't feel left out or anything, but didn't understand what they were talking about. It began at the beginning of last week. It just started thinking about him again and then Robert woke up one morning and told me that he had a dream about him. I had been having more frequent dreams about him too. Then that day I had a real vivid dream about him that day at nap time. Then last Saturday (not yesterday the week before) Robert and I were able to make it to a morning temple session. There in the Celestial Room he visited me. It started as a hand reaching out to lead me into the room. It was a HUGE hand of a man and it reminded me so much of Dad's. I guess I had been thinking about him the whole time in the temple that day, but it was confirmed to me then that it was Dad there with me. No rhyme or reason, I think just to say hello.

Kenya the other day told me that she missed Grandpa. She then began talking about how I was sad a couple months ago because I missed Grandpa. She then told me that it was still okay to be sad and that she now missed Grandpa and Grandma and wanted to see them. I enjoy these tender moments. Even if they make me tear up every time I think about them.