I know dreams only last for a few seconds. Well, that’s what I’ve been told, and this was that long but it was an AMAZING few seconds.
In my dream some time this morning, my son’s best friend since Kindergarten was over and as he ran past me he asked, “Auntie! Where’s Thomas?” I said, “In his room.” and his “brother” took off.
Suddenly, I see my son running past me, as well as our cat. I yelled, “Hey! What’s going on!??” My daughter looked at me, and took off. Our Cat jumped into the window sill, and my son ran up to the closed window and slid it open, and yelled “DAD!”
As I turned the corner, I see, CLEAR as Crystal, my husband, in full form, full color! My son and his brother climbed out the window, and my daughter and I ran outside to where my husband was, ran up him and hugged him, kissed him, kept touching him, asking him if he was REALLY here, if I was imagining this, because I knew he died, we ALL knew he died, but here he was, in the flesh, with his glasses on, saying he was alive, “they” had to tell me he died. I didn’t question who “they” were or WHY they had to tell me that, I was just glad he was there… and then I woke up.
It was really good to see my husband, looking healthy, smiling that smile of his.