Here is one of the good ones though.
About 3 years after my Father passed away I had a dream I was fishing in this large creek which traverses Richardson, Texas. (don't know if fishing is still allowed but this creek does exist) The creek passes through woods...and paved trails run alongside it in many places. Also, there are bridges which cross the stream....in some areas. I dreamed I was fishing not far from one of the bridges. (can't remember if I was catching any!) I looked up at one point...and there was my Father coming across the bridge with a smile while looking directly at me. I jumped up. I could not believe my eyes and yelled "Dad!" He was dressed as he usually did (nothing remarkable) but was a healthier version from what I remembered when his heart and cancer got him. We hugged...and he sat down with me. He spoke very softly of being "okay" and for me not to worry. He then asked me how I was...and we spoke for awhile. His gaze into my eyes let me know he was definitely okay. He then said....he missed me..but would see me again. Then he stood up and said, "Sorry son, but I have to get going" I was like, "Do you have to?" He nodded and hugged me again as we said goodbye. He saw I was crying but assured me...he was in perfect happiness. I watched as he crossed the bridge...and he looked back once and that was it. I woke up but had real tears running down my face! Go figure~
Your dad did come back to visit you to let you know he was at peace.
when our young cousin died from a gunshot wound while trying to help out his fellow police partners, the next evening he came to my mothers bedside to tell her what exactly had happened during that shootout and also told her of his partners fate from being shot (which turned out to be true). You, my friend, like my mother have been given the gift of being comforted by a love one who has passed on.