I'm not quite sure how to put it into words because to some it would seem impossible, to others crazy, to others plausible and to me it was just amazing.
Yesterday I called 'home' and talked to mom. It was a short covo in part because I just miss her so and really you can only communicate that in so many ways. So after talking to her I set out for a relaxing bath to start my day. Once that process was over and some time spent playing with the pooches, PJ & I decided to tease Ike so we hopped up onto the bed and taunted him because he didn't have the necessary spring in his step to join us. Pooped out from playing both dogs sacked out as did I.
I recall thinking I'd just close my eyes for a moment as I had things to do, an appointment to go to and then get the kids & go to work. So I closed my eyes. And I remember thinking I should wake up, get up but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't do it. So I resolved to awaken when the church bells chimed. I'm not sure how much time had passed really, but at the chiming of the bells I awoke. The first thing I did was wipe my cheeks and feel the pillow case .....both were dry.
How could it be? They were sure to have been dampened from all my tears. For while I was 'sleeping' my mom came and held me. I vividly remember rocking back and forth in her arms. I remember sobbing on her shoulder. So happy to see her, so happy to hold her, so happy to be held by her. We remained entwined for sometime and tears of joy never stopped flowing. It would've been impossible for my eyes to not have been puffy and my pillow case to not be soaked.
Yet dry as a bone. At the sound of the church chimes I awoke. Refreshed, renewed and with just enough time to get going on my day. I felt so comforted.
I don't have any logical 'this world' explanation for what i experienced. I just know it happened. It eased my cares. It comforted my soul. And left me longing for more.
I don't know that I saw my moms face. I only know I knew her touch, smell, the soothing feeling you get from a mom. I felt my hair being brushed back from my face and the tears being wiped away. I am unsure if I went away for a moment of if the moment came to me but regardless it was a moment I'll treasure.
She showed up....that's what moms do. & yes! she's amazing.


1 comment:
I believe in those dream world/spiritual world experiences for I also was blessed with the opportunity to meet my daddy in that "special place". We had such a wonderful conversation I remember asking him if mom knew where he was and had he been there this whole time. Didn't he know I had been looking for him my whole life! I was 2 years old when he died and mom said she never told me, that I just knew. She said I only said "I wish I could see him one more time". I remember dreaming of looking for him in all sorts of countries over the years and just as I would arrive the people would always say, "you just missed him". I would repeatedly ask God please please let me see him one more time. (Never knowing that was what I had said to my mom when I was 2.) I got to see and talk to him in that "special place" one night. I told my grandma that I got to finally meet my dad, she cried, I said some may think I have lost it but to them I say I found my dad after all these years and he is waiting for me. I am so happy that you got to experience that special time again with her. My advice is write it down everything said and done...time makes you forget the little things that were said...I don't remember it all now. Love you Kelly! Hugs
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