toodalootoo

I'm so sorry to hear of your losses. To me, it's always so much more difficult when a child dies. They are so young and free with so many plans and so much life yet to live. They have a being about them that we wish we could have again. I'm glad you have finally made peace with your niece's death. I hope soon you will be able to do the same with the boys'.

I was touched to hear about your dream. I have experienced similar dreams after the deaths of my dad and my grandmother. My dad's death was very painful for me. I didn't spend as much time as I should have with him because he was an alcoholic and it hurt to see him this way. After his death I had several dreams where I would be at someone's house and he would arrive. Realizing that something was needed from the store, he would leave and never return. The dreams were the same, I hurt so bad that I hadn't told him I loved him before I left. Two years after his death, I experienced the most beautiful dream about him.

A little background info: Daddy was born, raised and died in the same small city. When he drank, he could be very mean. But when he was sober he was such a beautiful person. My dream: One day I was driving down a road in the country. When I realized the man walking in the street was him, I pulled up beside him. He was wearing a suit. Daddy loved to dress nice but seldom did because his addictions led him to not so nice places. Anyway, he said "Hi Sugar" as he always would. He wanted to show me what he had in his coat pocket. It was pictures that he had saved through the years of my mom, me, my siblings and our children, his babies, he called us. He then told me he had to be going and that he loved all of us. I told him I loved him too. I asked him if he wanted a ride and he said "No, I'll just walk." He walked on up the road and then he was gone.

Every tidbit of my dream held so much meaning. Walking: In life, Daddy loved to walk. One never knew where he might end up. He loved the outdoors and would simply walk for the sake of walking. Pictures: When Daddy died, my sister and I put the very pictures from the dream under his pillow in his coffin. He was acknowledging that we had done this for him. This dream addressed all that I had been struggling with since his death, his love for me, my love for him, his addiction and his eternal peace.

After my grandmother's death, I dreamed of her in a field of beautiful flowers. She was so youthful, carefree. She was happy. It was in this dream that I was able to tell her I loved and her me. I wasn't with her when passed away. Through the dream, I was able to say what I couldn't say before she died.

These 2 dreams were such blessings.