Why Are Catholics Hesitant to Discuss the Resurrected?

As I was out for a run the other day, I swore I heard my deceased father telling me to "go home", and I thought I was probably nuts. I kept running in the same direction I had been going and I heard it a couple more times. I knew whos voice that was. I know it was my dads voice. He added, "your nuts". I was running in a steady downpour of rain, and I figured thats what he was referring to. Alot of people have said that I'm nuts for running in the rain. Other than other runners who know the peace you gain from it. So I continued on running in the same direction I had started out going, enjoyed my run in the rain and just chuckled at my dad's comments.

Then I took a right turn and headed in another direction. A direction wherein I could clearly see a very ominous storm moving in my direction. A storm complete with nice big bolts of very dangerous lightening. Ah, I now knew what my dad was trying to tell me, now that I was headed in the direction where I could see all of this in front of me. My back had been turned to it when I started out. We had some really rough unseasonably warm weather that day. We made the news that evening because of all the tornadoes that were being spawn from it. We actually had 2 tornadoes southeast of where I was running and there were severe weather updates continually going on, but with 8 kids, lots of laundry, and lots of life always going on at my house I rarely see television. I had been driving alot that day and had not turned on the radio in the car either, so I really wasn't aware of the severity of this weather. After seeing lightening bolt after lightening bolt in front of me....I had no doubt what my dad was talking about, so I cut my run short and headed for home. I thanked my dad for trying to give me a heads up even though I didn't seem to get it, until taking my right turn.