While mom was in the hospital for a week a few months back, there was another man in the room next to hers dying of cancer. His family took turns being with him, and left just for an hour or so in the middle of the night to catch some sleep. I had dozed off and had dreamt of playing cards with this guy. While, I have never seen this man, nor did I know who he was, in my dream I knew his name. I knew what he looked like. We were laughing and talking. It was a very pleasant dream.
When I awoke he had just passed. His family had just arrived. I remember feeling bad for this man, because he died alone. But, he didn’t. I was with him. I could feel it.
The day mom passed, we had all been up with her hours before. My sister and brother stayed in the room with her, while the rest of us went back for a nap. I had dreamt again. We were on the beach. ( Mom’s favourite place) The whole family was there. She was well, and healthy. She was beautiful, smiling and playing with the grandchildren. It was a beautiful dream. I awoke quickly, breathing heavy. I knew, based on the feeling that mom was going to pass. I flew over the stairs and stood beside mom. I informed my family of my dream. It was only minutes that everyone was called into the room to be with mom.
I have to believe that mom was in a very special place, with all of us with her. On a beach, enjoying herself, and her family.
These two dreams, a coincidence? I think not.
Since the day mom passed, I have dreamt every night, except last night. Each dream has had mom in it, but none were pleasant. It hurts to wake up and have your mind filled with depressing things and your tummy nauseas. If I dream about Mother, I want it to be happy. I need it to be happy. I hope these dreams are done with, and my sleep takes me places more pleasant. Perhaps the beach again. With my family. With Mom. Until then, I hold on the beach dream, and know she passed peacefully, and that she is on a beach somewhere waiting for all of us to join her.
