Those who have passed on are not lost, but waiting for our arrival. In fact (or very real possibility), they may never have left us at all. Just a few days back, I dreamed of Hercules, my parent’s sprightly little chihuahua-poodle mix who passed on (perhaps) around seven years ago. His beige hair was shaggy…
Tag: dreams
Hands
They came to me again in a dream last night. First, my Granny was with me again several nights back. A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. I was there helping pack up things to sell after their passing. Feelings of emptiness. …
Sometimes They Come Back
I never committed my Papa’s birthday to memory. January 27th, 2009 was the date my mom’s father passed on. We have missed this remarkable man ever since. Last week I received a mysterious phone call. A man with gentle Southern drawl told me: “I am doing well. Everything is okay.” I put the phone down….
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