Since mom crossed the veil. I have been having regular dreams of her trying to communicate. I find it comforting to write in my journals, make even the slightest entry and look back later for keys to understand and share with my dad. In one of them she was being covered in white tape roll like mummified. I observed this process. In another she was slamming a phone down and up to get it to work. I tried to comfort her she was stuck on trying to use the phone. I went outside and back to find a guard at the desk. I know she is making changes. I know and glad I helped her cope with dying. My mind is on following her directive when she said "tired spirit, take care of paul, I love you michelle thank you." It was heard in my ear and I wrote it down as I heard @ approx 10 ish 4/5 hours before the call of death by the hospital doctors.
After my son's death I woke one night and saw him standing in the doorway to my room. It was like he was trying to let me know that he was still around me. Trying to comfort me. I have been dreaming about him alot lately, perhaps because I once again have my granson for the summer again. He is trying to remember his dad. I just hope we can keep David alive for him. Blessed Be, Changing Wind
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