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I used to not believe in spirits. Or that souls don't fully move on. But I think now I do.
[P.S. This shit kind of depressing, so you y'all don't need to read this shit]
Almost 3 years ago, my dad passed away from a heart attack. I felt, feel, horrible because I was a horrible daughter. I allowed my mom to make me hate him for so long. It had only been about a year and half when I broke free of her brainwashing. But by that time, it was too late. When he died, not only sadness, but guilt and regret flowed through me like a tidal wave. Like a giant tsunami was crushing me. Last night, I saw my dad in my dreams. It felt so real. His day old stubble of a beard scratched my face like it used to. His hug was so warm and tight, that I thought he came back from the dead. He was smiling while I was crying. I couldn't stop apologizing. Like as if "I'm sorry" were the only words I knew. But all he said was, "It's okay. You don't need to hurt yourself anymore. You did nothing wrong." I've never cried from a dream so much. My pillow was soaked with tears. Even when I woke up, I was sobbing. My dad was my superhero. But I realized it too late.