On Jul 11, 2005, at 11:08 PM, Dave Land wrote:
Peggy had a dream not long after he died. During his last days, he
clung
to a pair of Mickey Mouse blankets -- always one in each hand -- and
became quite incensed if either was taken from him, which happened from
time to time as they needed washing. In her dream, she was in bed with
him, and he dropped one of those blessed blankets on the floor. She
leaned over the edge of the bed, scrounging around in the blackness
trying to find it for him. She felt very upset that she couldn't find
it
for him, knowing how important they were to him. But he got her
attention and told her "It's OK. I don't need my blanket any more."
That is one of her most treasured memories, which she took as a sign
that he was OK now. Which is pretty much what I experienced once
my brain woke up: he's OK now, he doesn't need me doing things for
him.
That's a truly remarkable story of closure and release. Might I suggest
that it was the reverse which was the case; your dreams signified your
own readiness to move on with your lives, to take a really large step
into a world of healing?
Thanks for letting me tell that story.
Thanks for sharing it. It strikes me that such a story could well be of
merit to other grieving parents, if you haven't related it already.
--
Warren Ockrassa, Publisher/Editor, nightwares Books
http://books.nightwares.com/
Current work in progress "The Seven-Year Mirror"
http://www.nightwares.com/books/ockrassa/Flat_Out.pdf
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