Before he died, my father made a contribution to a native American charity. I don't know if he did this regularly or just once, but since his passing eight years ago, every few months that charitable organization sends my mother a dreamcatcher. My daughter, home from college, mentions to my mom that she wants a dreamcatcher to hang on the rear view mirror of her car. Just like that, one promptly arrives in the mail. My mother brings it my daughter and explains how she came to have it, to which I reply, a spiritual person might think that it is a message from Dad.