My late maternal grandmother came to visit me last night, in my dreams.
Since I was a child, I have always had strong dreams and memory of most of them. I have dreamed dreams of events that have later happened in my life, I have had dreams in colour, I have flown out of my body in dreams, and I have had terrible and horrific nightmares. I have always been a dreamer.
One dream I have never experienced until last night is one where I am visited by someone in my life that has passed on. Please don’t get me wrong, I am not flighty or someone who claims to be clairvoyant or can contact the dead. I have just experienced something new and wanted to share it with my readers.
The dream itself was short. I was sitting in a pew in a crowded and brightly lit Catholic church. The people’s faces that surrounded me were blurry, and I believe it was my own mother who sat to my right. When I turned to my left out of nowhere my grandmother appeared next to me. She looked healthy and wore a navy blue jacket. It looked heavy such as one intended for cooler weather. She smiled at me ever so brightly and hugged me and said my name. I felt intense happiness and surprise.
You see, in the last few years of my grandmother’s life, she lived in a seniors nursing care residence. Her diagnosis was Alzheimer’s. I don’t remember the last time I heard her say my name, or for sure when she last knew who I was on our visits.
What I will always remember about my grandmother was her humor, her creativity, her love of writing poetry, stories and songs, and her kind spirit. Qualities I see ever so much in my own mother.
I don’t know what the dream meant, but I can say for sure that I have never experienced a dream like this one. I love you grandma, always and forever xo.
What are your thoughts? Do you believe that loved ones who have passed on can visit us in our dreams?