A few weeks after my dad passed away I was having an exceptionally hard time with missing him. He used to take my face in his hands and rub his beard stubble on my face. I told my husband I just wanted to feel his beard on my face one more time. That night I had a dream. I was in a store shopping and turned around to find my dad behind me. I said "Daddy, what are you doing here, you died?" He took my face in his hands, rubbed his stubble on my face and said "just giving you your one more time!" I woke up sobbing, then realized my face felt prickly and hot where he had rubbed in my dream. Just crazy but filled me with peace.
Kathy