My Mom, who *died three years ago, called me on the phone last night ~ in dreamland.
I picked up the phone, in my dream, “Hello?”
“He’s gone,” I heard my mother say.
“Who is gone, Mom? Daddy?”
It was as if she didn’t even hear my question. “I saw him go,” she said. “It was beautiful! He saw the face of Jesus!”
The thing is, while Mom has been gone for three years, Daddy *died three years before her. I realized this in the dream and I was worried that my husband had died. Or someone else close to me.
At the same time, I realized there is no such thing as time on the other side, so it doesn’t matter that Dad died first; Mom could indeed have witnessed his passing.
Whoever it was, she was absolutely thrilled to have seen it. I am happy for her and grateful that she shared it with me. Love you, Mom!
*Note: While I refer to them as having died, I know my parents’ bodies did indeed die, but they ~ their spirits, their souls, live. They now live more fully than they ever did while in the body.