I’ve had a lot of vivid dreams lately. Almost all of them
involve travel in one way or another: airplanes, buses, trains.
And my mother is in almost all of them, and so is my sister
Susan, both of whom are long dead.
What’s going on here?
I miss them both. Mom was angry and difficult, but I loved
her, and I know I’m very like her. Susan was probably very much like Mom (to be
honest), and we fought terribly when we were young, but by the time we were
adults we were good friends.
So it’s very natural that I dream of them.
Mom died in 1999; Susan died in 1995. Susan told me, a few
months before she died, that she looked forward to seeing our father in heaven
when she got there. “But,” she said ominously, “you know who won’t be there.”
I knew whom she meant. “Susan,” I said, “I know. But I’m
just as bad as Mom. I’m going where she’s going. Look for me there.”
“Okay,” she said.
I only hear from Mom and Susan through my dreams nowadays. Susan is very
loving, and always hugs me (she’s still a little plump, even in heaven). Mom
often looks and acts cranky when I encounter her in Dreamland.
I used to see them in my dreams once in a while. Now I see
them all the time. Over the past few weeks, I’ve seen them almost every night.
Are Mom and Susan trying to tell me something? Are they
calling me home?
I wonder.
If this blog suddenly stops, you’ll know that something has
happened.
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