I had a dream this morning with my mom in it. I always forget dreams, but not this one! I'm writing (typing) this one down! It's already been a day, so I won't get all the details, but I'll try. So . . .
Jimmy and I were driving to this little town to walk around. It was up in the hills, kind of like Park City, but in the Redwoods. We got out, and somehow, Bishop Andrew was there (he was our Bishop when we moved into Stony Point Ward). So he walks with us. The town is old fashioned and has stores lining the one street. We pass this open door and I hear music. I look at the door and it says "Christian . . ." I don't remember the rest of the name, but it was a church. I realize it's a choir practicing and I say "Why can't I get my choir to practice on a day other than Sunday!" I think that's why Bishop might have been there, 'cause he's come maybe 3 times in the past year! Anyhoo back to the dream. So I look in and the only one I notice is my mom. Sitting in the front row, 'cause that's where Sopranos sit. And she has on a beautiful pink dress. I recognized it at the time and it was very familiar to me. I've forgotten what it looks like now. Her hair was long for her. It went down to her shoulders (almost). I knew I should be crying because I knew I missed her, so I tried to cry. The tears just wouldn't come. She was singing and smiling at me and just loving it! I realized just then that it was a dream and I tried to run to her. I still couldn't cry. I was just too happy to be seeing her. But as I started to run everything faded and I woke up. I still couldn't cry. I bet she's out there singing in choirs all over. Helping us to sound good even when we don't. I've always thought angels help the choirs out. It's gotta be true! I'm sure that would be one of mom's favorite jobs! Anyway, I hope she comes to sing with my choir sometimes!
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Wow. That's so cool. Thanks for sharing!
Annie,
I have had only one dream about your mom, my sister, and she had long hair too. It was in a church setting too.
Mine was right after my mother's death and I was looking for my mom and Nadine came up to me--I recognized her right away. We hugged and cried and laughed (it was her laugh!) and I asked her about our mother and she said, "She will be along in a little while. She's not ready." She then turned me around and we walked up a flight of stairs. I tried to turn around, but Nadine wouldn't let me. Then I woke up. I was so upset I didn't get to see my mom, but I knew Nadine had seen her and that they were both just perfect.
Boy, do I miss them.
Love you much
Doreen
Beautiful Annie! I remember the first time I dreamed of my Dad after he died. He wasn't in a church and much of it is foggy but I remember hearing his voice laugh and I could feel him near me. Sometimes when I am driving alone, I feel him. Then I cry and ruin my makeup and that I am sure makes my Dad laugh.
Love Tiff
PS Did you hear Maggie Harris is getting married???
THat is so neat. I love the dreams that mean something.
That's such a sweet dream Anne! It's such a blessing to have the gospel perspective and just KNOW your mom is enjoying her life still and uplifting others. I'll send you an invite to my blog today! Sorry I haven't before!
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