Last week I talked about four different types of dreams. This week I'd like to talk specifically about visits.
My dad crossed over in 1992. He "visited" me frequently for about 2-1/2 years afterward. One time I wasn't even sleeping. Dad continued to teach me even after death. We enjoyed being able to still spend time together. After about 2-1/2 years he apparently moved on because the visits stopped. I miss seeing him and talking with him, but it's okay. I know he's doing what he needs to do. I believe that if I really needed him, he'd be here for me. But at least for now, we're both doing okay right where we are.
My mother passed away in 2008. She has visited a few times, but not nearly as much as my dad did. A little over a month ago though, she came for an interesting visit:
I was in a building that was like a warehouse. There were long tables with chairs on both sides. There were beings sitting at those tables. I saw my brother and a cousin sitting across the table from each other talking. They both passed away this last year. I went over and gave my brother a big hug and told him that I loved him. He laughed while we hugged. Then I saw my mother a couple of tables away. I went over to her and it was like everything else in the room disappeared. We sat, talked and laughed a lot. We reminisced about our lives together. After what seemed like hours, I asked her if there was anything I did that really bothered her. She said no. Then she said, "Well, when your sisters came to Erie for a visit, you tended to dominate the conversations. That's about it." I said, "Yeah, I do talk a lot." We both had a hardy laugh. Then she asked me if I had anything else I wanted to say. I KNEW this was it. I KNEW she was leaving and I probably wouldn't be seeing her again. I said, "Just I love you." As she was leaving I repeated, "Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you." Then she was gone.
That was the most intense and special visit that I've ever had. I think to this point she stayed around to make sure we were all okay. My sister suggested that maybe she was waiting for my brother. In any case, I know that she has moved on. As with my dad, I'll miss seeing her and talking with her, but it's okay. I know she's doing what she needs to do. I believe that if I really needed her, she'd be here for me. But at least for now, we're both doing okay right where we are.