This December, as in Christmas seasons past, I decorate our home and tree, purchase and wrap gifts, send out cards, and bake my favorite cookies.
Unlike any Christmas season preceding this one, I face my first holiday celebration without either of my parents. We lost Mom less than 2 years ago, and Dad passed away 3 months ago. My siblings and I attempt to put on a brave face, while feeling trepidation at facing Christmas with the empty spaces left by our parents.
This morning, without benefit of my alarm clock's loud buzzzzzzz, I awaken from a dream feeling a sense of happiness.
In this dream that feels "real," I stand outdoors in a meadow with a vista reaching beyond for some distance. I see my mother standing about 15 yards away. She is watching two men garden. That doesn't surprise me to find her in the garden, as she loved to plant flowers.
Oddly, the men don't see Mom (or me, for that matter). I realize then that Mom is invisible to them, even though she looks solid to me. With excitement, I call out to Mom several times. My mouth forms the words, but no sound comes out. I keep calling out and am rewarded when Mom hears my soundless cry. She slowly walks over to me and extends her arm at the same time that I do. We touch fingertip to fingertip, just as "E.T." did in the movie by the same name. Mom's touch is solid before she fades away. Still in my dream, I am feeling incredulous joy that I could see Mom and make a physical connection.
I gradually wake up from the dream, feeling happy and light. Bittersweet tears roll down my face as I replay the dream in my mind. I feel profound gratitude that Mom found a way to reach across the Universe to touch me. Connecting with Mom brings me a sense of comfort, joy, and of course, fresh sadness too.
My dream confirms that our loved ones who pass on before us are alive, albeit in a different form. They still cherish us and want the best for us. Death is simply a door to the next life.
Mom and Dad, we will raise a toast to you on Christmas Day. We love you always and look forward to meeting up with you when its our turn to walk through the door. God Bless Us All!


Dear Deb,
What a beautiful connection with your Mom. The loss of a parent is
fresh for me as you know with Dad's passing last month.
ADC - After Death Communication is common in dreams.
Most don't recognize it as anything but a dream.
You have inspired me to post a story on my blog.
http://tinyurl.com/gloria-in-exc
Remembers... 'God gave us memories so we might have
roses in December'.
Love
Deb Estep
Posted by: Deb Estep | December 18, 2009 at 06:46 AM
Dear Deb - thank you for pointing out the idea of "after death communication." I certainly believe it exists. I will hop over to your post and will email you about your father's passing.
Posted by: Deb Call | December 18, 2009 at 11:35 AM
Thanks for sharing this Deb. Your love for your parents is so strong and beautiful. What blessing to have had such a relationship.
Posted by: Barbara Sliter | December 18, 2009 at 01:25 PM
Thanks, Barbara. My parents were an extraordinary blessing for me and my siblings. For this reason, the connection and bond with them remain strong, and as my dream visit with my mother demonstrates, transcends the physical plane.
Posted by: Deb Call | December 19, 2009 at 09:58 AM