"Just yesterday I came across the memoir of someone who went back in time for a day. She was over eighty and when she opened her eyes, she was thirty again. Her kids were young again and her skin was smooth again. Rather than rushing the day like she remembered doing, she’d pulled her children close, kissed them and sang of her love to them..."

That's more than deja-vous, life replay or mere dream. I lost my father decades ago in a freak accident and carried that grief for years in my heart to say that I deeply missed him, loved him and to properly say 'goodbye' to him. One night in a clearly vivid dream he appeared as young as the day he left us. He said that he was proud of me, we hugged and I had finally had my closure.
I am so grateful to God for the experience.

!LADY