My mother passed away when my first born was nine months old. It came as a great blow to me. I loved my mother dearly and wasn’t quite ready to let her go. I am told that a day or two prior to her passing she ventured outside to view the wondrous sights of nature near her home. When she returned, she exclaimed of the beauty God had bestowed on us in the natural world and added that where she was going was even more beautiful.
Within days, she had passed. But it was not the last time I saw her. She came to me in the midst of a dream and left a poignant message I will carry with me forever. Some would claim that my experience was merely a dream.
I like to believe that my mother’s spirit visited me to impart a words of wisdom.
Was it a visit from beyond or a simple dream brought on by my own desire?
You be the judge.