The previous post told about a dream that my older sister had the other night. The dream was about my father who died 20 years ago. It provoked some interesting comments.
My mother emailed our family the following:
I have no idea what, if anything, it means. But it is interesting to me that I have dreamed about him several times in the last couple weeks. It is good to see someone you love in a dream.
As I have mentioned , when I was a child I longed to dream about my “papa” and in recent years longed to dream about my husband. Neither one kept me from living as we have to continue on when those we love, as someone said, “outruns us to the Father’s House.”
Your dream about your Daddy is interesting in that I have had several very real dreams about him recently. Strange…it happened several nights in a row…no specific conversation or anything except that he is really here. I wake up and it is so real I am putting my hands on his side of the bed and when he is not there…thinking he must already be out of bed… Then It takes me a few seconds to get back to the reality that he has been gone nearly twenty years.
My mother told us about something that happened not long after her father died. Her mother and father had been particularly close. She remembers how tender they always were with each other - how they sat on the porch swing talking each evening. Here’s what she told me:
Mama said she had hardly slept since he died and was crying one night…PAPA came back in a dream that seemed more like a vision and told her all about heaven. He told her about a beautiful hymn they were singing when he arrived in heaven. You have to know Mama was a Christian and was not the type to talk about visions. Mama told me Papa sang the hymn to her and she thought it had the most beautiful lyrics and music she had ever heard. She said she sang it over and thought, “I will never forget it”. She said Papa then put his hands on her shoudlers and told her, “Now go to sleep and get some rest,” and then disappeared. She said she went to sleep with the feel of his hands on her shoulders and got the best night’s sleep she had had since he died. When she awoke the next morning, she could not remember a word of the hymn…only remembering it was the most beautiful hymn she had ever heard.
Dreams. They’re quite a mystery.
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