That is so true. My father died when I was very young and most of the years there after I always asked him to come to me in a dream, for years. I was tortured for years by his death. I witnessed it and was left tramatized I think. Well, one day he finally did and it was the sweetest most peaceful dream I've ever had. I'm not sure I believe it was really him or not. I keep thinking it was just my want so badly for it to happen that my brain finally gave in. But I don't care if it was me or him, it felt so good and I finally found peace with his death after that. It was a truly amazing feeling the morning I woke up. It was as if my life was starting again or like I became alive again.