I woke up this morning with a start. It was later than I usually wake, around 9:15 am. I had been awake for part of the night/morning and finally fell back asleep somewhere after 7 am. Immediately I realized my heart was racing. I had been dreaming about my friend J who passed away in late March. We were sitting at a kitchen table. If I really look around it was not my house, it was not her house. It was not the house I grew up in, which is where I usually dream dreams of being at home. It was my Grandma's kitchen. I don't really know why I would dream us in my Grandma's kitchen, J had never been there. But if I had to guess I would say that it indicates that J and Grandma are together. But I don't know.
I had so many questions for J, mostly about what is going on with her family. Very recently I have been aware of a situation within her family that is most unfortunate. It happened after she passed. So I asked her about it as I fussed around trying to make coffee or something. She sat at the table, looking so beautiful and so peaceful. If I really think about it and concentrate on this dream, someone was in the living room waiting, and I think it was my Grandma. Sure wish she had come into the kitchen to say Hi, but I think she was there for moral support for J.
We spoke about the situation and she told me how she knows her son will get through it, that he is strong and has good support in his dad. I was relieved to hear that because watching from the sidelines has been difficult and I keep wondering if I should reach out to him and see if he's OK. It cannot be easy for him to be going through this so soon after he lost his mom. She told me that he has, of course, moved back home and things would be OK.
We didn't talk about her but I could see by looking at her and being near her that she looked at peace. She told me she was fine. She looked the same as always. She had her hair, she wore her glasses. She was my J and she didn't want to dwell on herself, just wanted to assure me her son would be fine.
So, do you believe that was an actual visit or just a vivid dream? I believe it was a visit. It's happened to me before with a friend who had passed away a long time ago. M was only 21 at the time, I was 22. He died of a brain tumor and I was devastated to lose him. I had a very hard time coping. It was my first serious brush with losing someone so close to me. It was several weeks, maybe even months after he passed away that I saw him. I could not get him out of my mind and cried a lot. Then one morning, as if in a dream, he appeared to me. He sat on the edge of my bed looking almost luminescent. He told me he was fine, to stop worrying about him and to go on with my life. I was filled with such peace after that and was able to move on. I've never forgotten him or that visit, obviously, but I was able to move past it.
I think you have to be open to such visits for them to actually occur. I would give anything to have them more frequently. I would love to see my Grandma, J, M.... hell even Butthole can come visit me if he wants to! It's beautiful and meaningful and has given me a sense of calm about losing J. Seeing her looking well and knowing my Grandma is with her, showing her the ropes if you will has been amazing. Maybe it's crazy to believe that, but if something like that can give me peace, so be it. I'll take the crazy label.