I’m thinking about my beautiful mother today, exactly five years since her death.
This is a tough time of year for us, with our darling Bo-Bo’s death date on August 10 and Spencer’s mother’s death date yesterday. Interestingly and coincidentally enough, my mother and Spencer’s shared the same birth date. . .February 25. . .then died within a day of each other, although one year apart.
And my parents’ wedding-anniversary date falls next week. They were just short of 60 years of marriage when she died. . .
I have lots of Mom stories in my head that I want to share, and will write more about her as I am able. But today I want to share a life-changing experience I had almost a year to the day after she died.
In my vivid, oh-so-lifelike dream, Mom was propped up in her canopy bed in a pink nightgown looking regal, in just the way she always did.
She raised her hand and waved–queen-like–and I woke up.
I knew it was her way of passing over–or at least my brain’s way of putting me at ease–that she had moved on and was okay.
I have only rarely dreamed about her since. . .strange because the months following her death were especially sad and difficult ones for me to endure. . .and the dreams have been beautiful and most welcome.
Thanks, dearest Mom, for being the inspiration behind Five More Minutes With. We are thinking about and missing you today. . .
