A father's light in the car

"I was sitting in a car with my dad who has passed away and my mom. He was driving, my mom was beside me, and all of us were happy. Warm, glowing light poured through the windshield, yellow and white, soft on my face. My dad kept glancing back at me with a huge smile, laughing, the way he used to. As the dream went on, my mom faded away, and it was just the two of us. We didn't need words. There was only peace between us, quiet and complete. "Wow," I said, "this feels so real." The light kept growing brighter and brighter, filling the whole car, until I woke up. When I woke up, my chest felt light for the first time in a long while. The heavy grief that had followed me every morning had softened, and in its place was a deep calm and a quiet knowing that he was happy and well. I lay still, holding on to the feeling for as long as I could."