At night in their dreams, the lost children of these three women visit their mothers.
I always have believed that goodbye is never really goodbye, it’s just see you later.
Pam R. F.
Shortly after our daughter Melissa passed away my husband had a dream. He was walking in his college campus. Someone walking in front of him was dressed like a clown, but all in white. From the way the person walked he knew it was Melissa.
He yelled her name but she began to run away. He ran after her, caught her by the shoulder and turned her around. It WAS Melissa. He said “Melissa, I miss you.” She was crying, her tears streaming over the white makeup on her face. She replied, “I miss you too.” He felt like he wasn’t supposed to see her, but he did. He woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me about the dream.
On January 3rd it will be five years since she passed. Recently I dreamed about my daughter. I was on a plane. I looked out the window and saw another plane above us, shaking, like it was in really bad turbulence. Then our plane was shaking, and we started dropping. I knew the plane was going to crash, but I didn’t have any emotion.
Now, everyone is getting off the plane, and outside there is a long line of people waiting for us. I’m thinking this is heaven. I just KNEW Melissa would be in the line, and then I saw her! She was laughing and talking with several other people about her age. I wrapped my arms around her, and we told each other, “I love you.” I stepped back and said, “But Nick’s not here” (Nick is my son, her brother). She replied, “It’s OK mom.”
After I woke up I thought about this. She knew I was just visiting, and would be going back to Nick.
She took me around and showed me the “town” she lived in. It was quaint, just like a place she would love. (Maybe heaven is a place just like we would love?) I KNOW this was a visit because I could feel her arms wrapped around me. I could HEAR her say “I LOVE YOU too!”
It was so vivid and real. The only dream I’ve had like that. I wish she would visit me every night. It would make this life a little easier to live until I’m with her again.
It’s been nearly 3 years since we lost Adrian and nothing, no dreams or signs. A few weeks ago I was at a dangerous stress level and just couldn’t deal with one more thing. So, I just went and lay down, as I started to doze off I felt Adrian put his arm around me.
I knew it was him. I literally felt his presence comforting me.
Wendy S. B.
Breonia came to me in dreams with short meaningful messages for three nights after she passed away. Lots of people dreamed of her too, and they told me of her messages.
Night #1 – she had hair again, and was sitting on my bed. I asked her if she was ready to take her medicines. A ritual twice a day of about 20 pills. She said, “I don’t need to take them anymore.”
Night #2 – This was the night she was cremated. In this dream she was about 8 years old, lying at the foot of my bed. She said, “I want to come home.”
Night #3 – She was lying in an ICU bed. She had never verbally said goodbye because she was in a coma. She tells me, “I knew when to go.”
A nurse made a plaster cast of Breonia’s hand. As we were positioning Breonia’s hand, at that very moment, she stopped breathing, and she was gone. The nurse said she got chills because she could feel the connection between Breonia and me.
Was that the moment she knew when to go, as soon as we got her hand print? I will never know until I see her again, and can ask her.
Head In My Hands note – I asked Vanessa Truss of Twisted Pixels Photography (click for link) for a photo of a butterfly and she sent me these vivid shots.
Vanessa said: This butterfly came to mind. I had taken a picture of it last summer as it was navigating my lavender bush. What I love about this picture is that a piece of its wing is missing…… what a wonderful life lesson! It is broken and damaged, but still chooses to fly and share its beauty.