Most wonderful dreams

 Warning:  woo woo post

I’ve been having the most amazing dreams lately.  So many loved ones who have passed away have visited me. I am a big dream person.  I believe loved ones who cross over come to us in many ways, including dreams.

I have dreamed of my beloved grandparents.  My grandma and grandpa M&M.  Grandma Florence with her gentle spirit.  Grandpa Leonard with his black hair and dancing kind eyes.  I am especially close to my grandma Wava who passed last January.  She has visited me in many dreams, especially these past few months as I struggle with this whole heart surgery business.

Some of the visitors have been very special because I have never met them.  My grandpa Jim visited me, playing the piano for me.  He was an extraordinary musician and played in a band along with his “regular” job.  

I was also visited by my brother James who passed before I was born.  Although I have no idea what he would have looked like as an adult, I knew it was him.

I was also visited by people who I have no idea who they were, but again, I just knew they were connected to me somehow.

They all had a message that I would be okay and they would be there always.

I’m not sure if they really visited me in the dreams or if it was just me dreaming but none the less, seeing them gave me comfort.  I will hold each dream in my heart and know comfort will come when I think of them.


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