Three nights passed now since my beloved mother-in-law visited me yet again, in dream land.
I ‘dreamed’ that I visited her in her home. The place was full of people, some who are still alive and several who have passed-on.
We were very happy to see each other again. We hugged and expressed our love. I thought how amazing it was that we kept this love for each other even though her son and I had divorced.
She looked great and so did her daughter, BJ who has also passed on.
I talked with Liz who had been heavy ever since I had know her. She sat outside a back window with a small crowd. “Liz, is that you?” I asked through the window. “You look fantastic!” She opened the blanket she had around her shoulders, grinning. She was thin and looked better than I had ever seen her. I was absolutely delighted for her.
Once again, I saw my mother-in-law. This time she lay on a queen-sized bed with her son, my ex. I knew he was not well and was happy that he was with his mother. I knew nothing could make either of them happier.
Funny thing is, I knew he was my ex-husband. But looking back now, I don’t know how I knew because he appeared as a young child, perhaps three years old, and looked nothing like the boy or man that I knew.
Soon, I noticed my sister and her husband were there. I asked her what she was doing there. She began explaining that she and her husband had been visiting someone else and on their way home decided to stop in. I supposed that was because she saw the crowd…
Then I noticed her husband, sitting next to an open widow, was talking to someone outside the window — my Dad! He wore a beautiful, v-neck, bright yellow sweater. Then I realized, “But Dad passed-away nine yeas ago.”
That’s when it hit me, “This is happening in dream-land. So I can control it!” I began asking my mother-in-law to come back into my vision so we could talk more. But she didn’t. I begged her to come back to me and woke up weeping loudly, because I wanted to see her so badly.
I love you, Virginia. Thank you so much for the visit, and please come again.
