The Dream

My dad was a brilliant accountant.  He had retired from the family company and decided to pick up a few accounts to do on the side, never really wanting to retire fully.  Sometimes, being the teacher he was, he would ask me to come help him balance out his accounts, teaching me little by little his business.  

At the time, I had a full time job.  I never planned on doing accounting for a living so working with my dad was good because I got to spend time with him.  

The beginning of the new year, my dad found out he had cancer, and it was terminal.  I felt confident I knew how to balance the accounts and continued to help my dad as it became more difficult for him to do the work.

My dad made it through September and then slipped away early October.  The last thing on my mind was his books, which meant an automatic continuation of what I had been doing before, but that was about it.  One day about a month later, I got a letter letting me know that one of the companies that I was now doing the books for was having a property audit.  I remember getting this sinking feeling because I had no idea what that meant.  I couldn’t go on “Google” and read up on it because there was no Google.  I had no idea what to do.

That night, I went to bed feeling like I might have to go to jail because I couldn’t do this audit and I might fail.  During the night, I had a dream in that my dad came to me and told me exactly how to handle the audit and that everything would be ok.

Oh what a beautiful dream!  I woke up not only feeling the joy of seeing my dad, but he answered in detail what to do and that it wasn’t a big deal.  Everything would be fine, and It was.  There was one piece of property (a drier she got from DI) that wasn’t accounted for which was $50.00 was straightened out.

There was one more time that I relied on his input even though he wasn’t on this earth with me.  It was when I had to do W2’s and W3’s at the end of the year.  Again I had no idea how to do this but it was a similar experience, with my dad walking me through what needed to happen.

After the new year, I handed the books back to the different companies, grateful that my father was able to help me in a very supernatural way with a problem he left that I didn’t understand, teaching me not only that he had simply moved on to heaven which was within reach but that he was aware of a need I had and was permitted to help me with it.