Sunday, February 28, 2010

3 Years

I dream of you often.


You come into my life as suddenly as you left it, & after I am over my shock & surprise at finding you alive, we have such a great visit. "I thought you were dead!" I exclaim.  You scoff.   We talk of nothing & everything.  We laugh.  We gossip.  We hug.  


It is such a relief, in my dream, to know that I was mistaken, that you are not dead; that you have just been away; that I have had a weird dream that convinced me you were gone.  I am thrilled to see you, to hear your laugh, to touch you, to know that your 3 daughters & 2 grandsons are not without you in their lives.


After we catch up, you carry on your merry way, saying "See ya!" "See you soon," I echo, a feeling of peace flowing over me.


Such a feeling of peace.


I wake up to find it's been just a dream ~ that your death is the reality & this dream has been a cruel hoax.

Each time, it's like losing you all over again. 


I like to believe that you are visiting me.  You were a believer in many things: psychics & the afterlife, visitations & hauntings.  Why can't I believe in you? 


If it is you, please don't stop.  Your visit is worth the pain.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dreams do play such tricks on us.
My mother frequently visits me in mine & we seem to inter act, and I regularly wake @ night thinking I can hear her calling out for me.

Blue
x

Fairy Mae said...

I love it when I get a visit from them. All of them. The horses, the dogs, my family. I cry when I wake up though, I want to stay sleeping. I want it to never end....but I still wake up.