Mom

Quite the memory…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

It was shortly after my dear mom died on 11/24/06. I was dreaming, by the grace of God, talking to my mom.

It happened only once. It was as realistic a dream as I have ever experienced. I rarely remember my dreams. This one was unforgettable.

Mom was middle-aged in the dream and articulate unlike the woman we had seen drift into the fog of Alzheimer’s. To say the talk was uplifting would be an understatement.

It brought me a wonderful peace after what my siblings and I had endured over the last years of her life. Thank God for huge favors.

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