Comments on: The dream that follows dying http://www.sandishelton.com/blog/2007/07/11/the-dream-that-follows-dying/ Thoughts about writing and life Tue, 07 Feb 2012 11:17:05 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.2 By: Dorothy http://www.sandishelton.com/blog/2007/07/11/the-dream-that-follows-dying/comment-page-1/#comment-6861 Dorothy Wed, 18 Jul 2007 02:45:02 +0000 http://www.sandishelton.com/blog/2007/07/11/the-dream-that-follows-dying/#comment-6861 Hi Sandi, just checking on you. Still have you in google alerts and you came up and I wanted to see how you were doing. Wow. What. A. Dream. I did have one dream about Mother where she was in a long flowing white sort of gown thing. She wasn't buried in that so I thought that was kind of strange. But we didn't talk, darnit. I remember after she died, I felt my hair go behind my ear. She always did that to me as a kid and it drove me nuts, lol. I guess when you have long hair as a kid, it's always going in your face and she was always putting it behind my dang ears. Funny what you remember. HOpe you're doing okay and remember I love ya, kiddo. Hi Sandi, just checking on you. Still have you in google alerts and you came up and I wanted to see how you were doing. Wow. What. A. Dream. I did have one dream about Mother where she was in a long flowing white sort of gown thing. She wasn’t buried in that so I thought that was kind of strange. But we didn’t talk, darnit. I remember after she died, I felt my hair go behind my ear. She always did that to me as a kid and it drove me nuts, lol. I guess when you have long hair as a kid, it’s always going in your face and she was always putting it behind my dang ears. Funny what you remember. HOpe you’re doing okay and remember I love ya, kiddo.

]]> By: sandi http://www.sandishelton.com/blog/2007/07/11/the-dream-that-follows-dying/comment-page-1/#comment-6680 sandi Sun, 15 Jul 2007 04:15:15 +0000 http://www.sandishelton.com/blog/2007/07/11/the-dream-that-follows-dying/#comment-6680 Wow, Karen. That is a really powerful dream. It seems that so many people have these kinds of dreams after a loved one has died; a friend of mine says it means you've reached a turning point in your grieving when you actually see the person again and can have a "conversation" with them. But I like to think they've come to check on us one last time--and to give us these little messages. It does bring some comfort, doesn't it? Wow, Karen. That is a really powerful dream. It seems that so many people have these kinds of dreams after a loved one has died; a friend of mine says it means you’ve reached a turning point in your grieving when you actually see the person again and can have a “conversation” with them. But I like to think they’ve come to check on us one last time–and to give us these little messages. It does bring some comfort, doesn’t it?

]]> By: Karen http://www.sandishelton.com/blog/2007/07/11/the-dream-that-follows-dying/comment-page-1/#comment-6642 Karen Sat, 14 Jul 2007 13:15:52 +0000 http://www.sandishelton.com/blog/2007/07/11/the-dream-that-follows-dying/#comment-6642 Sandi, I also had a dream after my mother died. It started off being your typical bizarre dream: I needed shoes and didn't have them and everyone in the dream was looking for them. Suddenly I was in my aunt's living room (my mother's sister) and we were all talking about where the shoes were and my mother was sitting in the corner. I kept looking over at her and wondering what she was doing, but I was also trying to find those darned shoes. Finally, I walked over to her and said "What are you doing here? You're dead." And she looked at me and said, "I'm only dead if you think I'm dead. If you think I'm with you, I'll always be there." I have taken tremendous comfort over the past 21 years, knowing that she will always be with me. Love, Karen Sandi,

I also had a dream after my mother died. It started off being your typical bizarre dream: I needed shoes and didn’t have them and everyone in the dream was looking for them. Suddenly I was in my aunt’s living room (my mother’s sister) and we were all talking about where the shoes were and my mother was sitting in the corner. I kept looking over at her and wondering what she was doing, but I was also trying to find those darned shoes. Finally, I walked over to her and said “What are you doing here? You’re dead.” And she looked at me and said, “I’m only dead if you think I’m dead. If you think I’m with you, I’ll always be there.” I have taken tremendous comfort over the past 21 years, knowing that she will always be with me.

Love,
Karen

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