My fathers passed away October 26, 2008. My father was a good dad. He was outgoing and of course was not perfect. But one thing I will say is that he was faithful. He made sure that we got up in time for church.
When we were kids, he used to turn the light switch off and on when we were sleeping on a Sunday morning. He would say, "Get up heathens! You need to go to church." He laughed as we moaned. Slowly we would get up and get dressed. Grab our personal bibles and go to church.
Once I had a dream that I was entering a very large mansion. I entered a doorway. There were many other doors. I opened a door and my grandmother was there. She had many items in red from the twenties. I saw a lamp and a red carpet on the floor. Then someone asked me. " Who do you want to see next." I said, "My father".
So we entered another door; which was another house. There were many people that had passed away. Many were family members and I guess people that knew my father. They all seemed young and happy. They were sitting around a table and chatting with one another. Like a family gathering.
There was a woman who said she knew me when I was a child. She seemed familiar, but I couldn't place her. It was beautiful and sunny. There were large windows and you could see the trees. It was a yellow house. My father looked so young like maybe in his twenties. He was thin and very handsome. I sat next to him. And he asked if I was ok. I told him, "Yes". Then I spoke to a cousin who had passed away. Suddenly I heard, " Choose." I didn't understand at first. I said, "Dad I want to stay with you!" I held on tightly, like a little girl. He said," Donna you have to wake up now. Go get a glass of water. You need to wake now. If you don't you will stay here. " Everyone shouted, "Get up! Get a glass of water!" I felt myself moving backward and out of that place. Just then my phone rang and it was my brother. I was crying. I wanted to stay with my father. Scriptures states, In my house there are many mansions. My father and grandmother were in my lords house. This is how I saw it.
They made it. They were faithful to the end. My father often prayed for us. He asked god to surround his children with angels so that no harm would come to them.
This is a tradition a carry on. I gave my sons to God when they were born and said, "Lord let your will be done through them. Let my sons be your vessels on this earth. Let them be great men. Honorable men. Godly men. Let them be Great husbands and loving fathers. My son's are yours."
Donna C. Ledesma
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