I lost my Papa when I was 5. One night when I was 10 I wrote in my journal about how much I missed him then went to bed. I swore I woke up, went to chat with my mom in the living room and he was there sitting on the couch. I ran up and we talked for hours. Then he said he had to go back, walked outside and ascended to the sky. I woke up the next morning to my journal being open and my mom crying in the living room. She said she had the same dream. I don’t think it was a dream at all.