My mom was quite sick for some time before she died. Around Christmas 2007 she was in the hospital. The doctors had called in the family and told us that she likely would not live through the night. But they were trying an experimental drug to fight the infection in her blood...prognosis was grim.
The next morning she was awake and alert and ready to go home. Of course she had to stay for a while longer but she did make it home for Christmas. She told us a story about what she "dreamed" while in the hospital. Here it is.....
She was walking through a large field with soft green grass and a very large lone tree in the distance. She walked toward the tree and was eventually able to make out the sight of her six children playing around the tree. We were all small in this place and she was so happy to see us all playing together. But off in another direction, standing by what appeared to be a door in the middle of the field, were her six children as we were at that point in time, adults....most with children of our own.
She heard someone speaking to her but she did not know who it was. This person was telling her that she could stay there with her "babies" or she could go back to her adult children. But if she stayed she would never see the adult versions of us again. She said she wanted to stay but felt that we still needed her. So she walked through the door to come back to the adult versions of us. She said the next thing she remembered was waking up in the ICU room with the dr and a few nurses around her bed.
She went home a couple days later. She lived another 2 years past that. I believe that she is now playing with those babies around that giant oak with so many low hanging branches. She did not describe the tree as such but I have seen that tree (AND my mother) in dreams of my own since she died.
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Melissa I loved reading this story. This is the best, it almost made me cry, it's so beautiful. Thank you for sharing this, thank you Melissa :)
You are welcome, Helela! I can add a bit to it....:-)
My sister's son died at the age of 21 in August of 2016. A few weeks after he died I dreamed of Mama and this tree. She was telling me of a new little boy who was there playing amongst the many children. (There were lots of kids AND their parents playing in, on and around this tree. It was amazing.) Anyway, Mama told me that Michelle had taken up with this boy and seemed to had made a fast friend. Mama was really pleased with this. She did not tell me the boy's name. But when I saw him I KNEW it was Michelle's son, Alex.
I keep a dream journal so the details always remain vivid for me. I can go back and relive my dreams whenever I like.
Wow. I love this. Melissa this is so wonderful and awesome. It really touches my heart. What wonderful dreams.