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  1. I imagine I'm not alone in having dreams about a dead loved one. My dad died over 5 years ago and I still have dreams about him. I thought with time they'd go away and they have become less frequent. Every now and then I still get one about him and sometimes they can be really upsetting. How do you deal with dreaming of lost loved ones?
  2. Hey there, I don't believe I've posted before...so I'll explain brief my situation... My mother passed away Sept 20th, 2013..so its been a bit over a year. She was only 49..just went to sleep and didn't wake up, a condition with her heart (ARVD I believe is what they called it). I was doing really badly the first year..just recently, things started looking up..for the first year, I barely cried...honestly lost myself in Prescription drug abuse...put myself in rehab in July, after Mom had passed away...I just self medicated until I was in a really bad place. Like I said, since I've been clean..things have been..better...as far as coping, but last night, I had a dream that just tore me up. In the dream..mom was standing in my driveway with me and she said "Its Halloween..you can come with me now, lets go"... (Basically like she was asking me to come...with her..if you get my drift, like..die. In the dream..I ran away from her, wouldn't "go with her", and she got upset...really upset. I woke up upset, riddled with guilt and feeling awful. =/ I guess it sounds stupid, that I'd feel guilty for not ya know..letting myself die in the dream, and I know that really WASNT mom..but...sigh =/
  3. It was about three weeks since my little daughter Lily’s death and we were in Wanaka, visiting my brother and his partner, leaving my sister back in Auckland. One night while I was there, I woke up after having a dream of Lily. In the dream Lily simply said, “Tell Lou I’m sorry I wasn’t there”. So not thinking much of it, I was prompted to call my sister, Louise. I asked her how she was and she said she was fine, although she said she had been to a funeral the previous day. She had managed to get through the service with dry eyes until the end when someone got up and read the very same poem that she, my sister, had read for Lily at her funeral, three weeks earlier. At this point she lost it and could hold back the tears no longer. Lily had obviously been with her at this funeral, trying to let her know that she was still there with her. Lots of love, Erica The poem read: “Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other That we are still, call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval somewhere very near Just around the corner, All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!” by Canon Henry Scott-Holland
  4. My little boy Riley still has a nap every day. When he was due to wake up one day recently, my husband, daughter Summer and I went to check on him. We stood there adoring him with his sweet, peaceful, sleeping face. He must have felt our presence because after a few flutters of his eyes, he began to wake up. Feeling inspired, I said to Jason and Summer “He’s awake! Let’s all do a happy dance!” They were keen so together we danced a jig of joy that our little friend was awake and ready to play with broad smiles on our faces and laughter in our hearts. Riley immediately sat bolt upright in bed, himself brimming with happiness, ready for his next adventure with the people he loved whom he knew loved him. I got the strongest feeling while we were doing this that this must be how our loved ones in spirit greet us when we arrive in heaven. It’ll be like waking up from a beautiful dream and finding ourselves in comfortable surroundings with familiar, loving beings delighted to see us. Home.
  5. It was about three weeks since my little daughter Lily’s death and we were in Wanaka, visiting my brother and his partner, leaving my sister back in Auckland. One night while I was there, I woke up after having a dream of Lily. In the dream Lily simply said, “Tell Lou I’m sorry I wasn’t there”. So not thinking much of it, I was prompted to call my sister, Louise. I asked her how she was and she said she was fine, although she said she had been to a funeral the previous day. She had managed to get through the service with dry eyes until the end when someone got up and read the very same poem that she, my sister, had read for Lily at her funeral, three weeks earlier. At this point she lost it and could hold back the tears no longer. Lily had obviously been with her at this funeral, trying to let her know that she was still there with her. Lots of love, Erica The poem read: “Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other That we are still, call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval somewhere very near Just around the corner, All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!” by Canon Henry Scott-Holland
  6. Yesterday I took a nap with my kids and had a dream that I was back in my dad's hospital room talking to him when he woke up. It was a wonderful dream, but when I woke up, it was awful. Last night I dreamed that I went with him to the doctor and they told him that his stomach was "dying". Ironic because by the time he died, some of his organs were becoming necrotic (dying). It was an awful dream... I've been telling my husband that I felt like once the holidays were finally over, it would probably start hitting me that he's really gone. Is this the beginning of that? Why am I having these dreams all of a sudden....3 weeks and 1 day after losing him?