Shortly after my father died, I dreamed that I was at the Feast of Salvation. I was sitting next to my father, and on his right was his father, and so on with everyone's father sitting to their right all the way back. Looking down the rows was looking all the way back to the beginning of time. The room was filled with people, seated basically in the family tree of humanity. At the very center, at the end of all the rows, the Lord was there.
... Somehow, when I'm awake, I can never get the seating chart to work out. But in the dream ... you know how dreams are.
In memory of Dad, on the 7th anniversary of his death.