My Aunt Carolyn often visits me in my dreams. I have often pondered that while she is not a ‘blood relative,’ we remain so close after her passing. She was married to my maternal uncle who passed away many years before my aunt.
Though my aunt visits me often, in spirit, I don’t remember my Uncle Dave ever coming to visit me since he passed away. Not until this morning, that is.
I had awoken and lie in bed on my back with my eyes closed. Suddenly my dead Uncle Dave’s face popped right in front of me. Close up! My mouth dropped open and I looked at him in surprise. As soon as he recognized that I saw him, he smiled at me.
That’s all… But I did see him. He did come visit me. And I assure you, he is not dead. He is very much alive. I am very happy about that.
Perhaps we will visit again and perhaps he will communicate with me next time.
But that smile. That was precious to me.