A Mother Dreams of Her Dead Daughter

I just came across a blog post by a woman whose daughter had died five years before. She writes that in previous years, this day of the anniversary of the death was very difficult for her. Then she describes a very powerful dream she had of her dead daughter. Here is how she describes the end of the dream and her reaction to it:

The sight of her was startling. “Shelagh, you can’t be here. You’re dead, remember?” She laughed, put her arm around me and assured me that all was well. “Oh, Mom, you’ll be okay. And I’m fine now.”

At that point the dream ended. The Baron had come in the front door, returning from church, and the rattle of the doorknob wakened me. The dream itself was so vivid that I was disoriented for a few minutes after I came back to the surface.

Since then, things have been the same, but different. I don’t grieve any more. Instead, I remember all the things I loved about my daughter and how fortunate I was to have been her mother – as rocky as that road was sometimes.

The whole post is lovely. Remembrance Day for Shelagh at The Neighborhood of God.