Memory of Mom

I’ve started a journal of Memories of Mom. Something I wanted to so I would never forget anything about her or the times we shared together.

In the midst of this, an entry – a dream I had, July 13, 2006.
A little background – on the one month anniversary of Mom’s passing away, July 12th, I had cried a river of tears, prayed for her to be back where I could hug her and she hug me. Although I didn’t want her to be back to where she was, I wanted her healthy and back to the mom that I remembered, that I could talk to, laugh with.
Thursday night, I had this dream. Mom came back. We were at this big house, atop of a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was big, I think two stories. I don’t know about the weather only that it was not hot, but not cold. It wasn’t cloudy. It was clear.
Mom and I hugged and kissed and then I proceeded to take her around to see everyone, (although I have no idea who “everyone” was). She was happy, smiled shook their hands.
All these people seemed to be just as happy to see her and she was to see them, welcoming her home.
The room was all wood, walls, floors. People were gathered on the outer edges, some standing, some sitting. There were a lot of people. Everyone was so happy.
Mom had her hair done, no oxygen tube, no wheelchair, was walking just fine all by herself. Suddenly we were at my home, just coming into the house. I turned to John and said we needed to go get some more Flintstone vitamins, because my Mom was back. Then I commented that I didn’t know how we going to cover the cost, I had discontinued Mom’s Social Security because she had died.
(Shocker – reality hit!) As I said those words, John looked at me waiting to see how I was going to react. I looked at him repeating, my mom died. But she’s back, she came back. I turned around and there was no one there. I started wondering if I was losing my mind, seriously.
At that moment I was transported back to the “big house”. I was standing outside with a card in my hand to mail to mom. It was quiet; there was no one else around, no noise coming from inside the house. The awesome foam capped waves were falling up against the rocks below the cliff.
I was thinking, where should I mail this to? Oregon? I didn’t have anywhere to mail it to. There was no address for mom. She was gone. She had passed away. Holding the card up, it took flight and it was gone. A breeze just swept it away.

Now I was alone, kind of in awe, a little sad, but more in awe of the whole thing.

When I woke, my first thought was I wanted to go back to sleep, back to my dream where my mom was. Then God showed me this –
He had just given me what I had asked for, time with Mom. Time with the mom I remembered, her health restored, back to how she used to be and surrounded by people that loved her. People that were so happy she was home, were so glad to see her, all the family and friends that had long passed away and were waiting for her in heaven.
This is where mom is, how mom is, and how loving God is.