You're a gem, Auntie. You have such vision.
It'll be three years this Easter that I lost my Mom. But I tell you, I've never been closer to her. I have had MANY experiences the past couple of years -- including one this past week I want to tell you about.
Usually I can make connections when these things happen. The first time it happened was about six months after Mom passed. I was working on genealogy and I found a mistake she made some 20+ years ago. I discovered that baby Francis born in 1864 was not a girl but was actually a boy. He resurfaced years later as Frank.
I think I have more records available to me now than Mom did then, so it was an innocent enough of a mistake. But I'm the keeper of the family records and I not only cherish the great work my Mother did I guard it for the sacred thing that it is. So I felt a little funny changing something she had done.
I sat there for a few moments, contemplating all that, thinking to myself, "Mom, I swear I'll explain to this you..." when I felt a wave of comfort flow through me and a warmth that is hard to explain. Then right there at my desk I had a sense that Mom was standing right behind me. It was as real as could be and having never experienced anything like that before it startled me.
Months later I had a friend over at the house and we were in my living room having a discussion. At one point he stopped talking and seemed to be obsessed at something going on outside a window on the far side of the room. He said, "I'm sorry and don't freak out, but you have a spirit visitor".
I am not gifted spiritually in these ways. I saw and sensed absolutely nothing and this friend of mine knew that I could not see what he saw. He said, "Don't worry, this is a good spirit. This is someone who knows you, in fact, this is someone who loves you deeply."
Without hesitation I said, "That would be my mother." He looked at me a minute and he said, "I'm not sure." He was sitting right under her picture and I pointed up over his head and told him, "That's her. That is what she looks like." As he was turning around he said, "I can't see details, just kind of vague shapes..." but just then he gasped and he said, "It's your Mom."
I think of Mom, of course, all the time. Especially on big days like Christmas. Last week when I was working so hard and getting just a few hours of sleep here or there my wife chided me one night that I was killing myself. I was dozing off when she said this to me and I had a dream and talked with my Mother. She looked wonderful. I had no idea where we were but she told me basically the same thing Sandy did, only in a little different way. But I couldn't get over how great she looked and how happy she seemed.
I woke up after just two hours and sleep but before I came back into my office here I told Sandy about it. She laughed and joked that she made a pact with Mom to gang up on me.
Three days later my daughter told us about being pregnant and I finally got a chance to talk to her alone about it. After being on the phone for more than an hour Aubree said to me, "Dad, did I tell you about my dream? Nana came to me and told me she loved me and was proud of me for all that I had been through. But Dad --- I could NOT believe how good Nana looked! She was healthy, so was so very happy." Then she went on to describe where the dream was set, and it was identical to my dream earlier in the week.
I don't know how these things all work, Auntie. But I tell you this with all sincerity. Your Mama is still your Mama...and she will continue to be close to you. You, of the golden heart, are too full of love for a mother to resist, even when she has gone to the other side.
Bless you both! And your family too. Make it a GRAND celebration!
