My mom came to me last week, in a dream. She let me know she was okay.
Did you know that when you die, you don’t get any younger? *lol* But you do get healthy.
She’d put on about thirty pounds since I last saw her, she’d filled out nicely and her color was good. We hugged, I held her hand and she was warm! First time I felt her warm in years. She said she was doing well, having a great time. Said something about a contest she lost that month, some other guy won it and she was disappointed, she’d wanted that prize.
I started to tell her she didn’t have to die and she ignored that. I tried another time and, again, she changed the subject. After all, it was a dead issue, she didn’t come to argue or debate, but to let me know she was okay.
She did tell me she appreciated what Thelma had done for me.
But I felt good when I woke up. More at ease with her passing.
I’m glad she’s doing well and it was nice talking to her and seeing her looking so healthy.