Last night, I dreamed of several family members who have passed on. I don’t remember many particulars of the dream.
My Dad’s double cousin, Rena Sylvain Tardiff and her husband, Bern, were in the dream. We sat on their back porch which had a lot of fancy brick-work. I knew that Bern must have built this; he was a mason.
I actually went to visit my paternal Grandmother and Grandfather, who lived next door to Rena and Bern.
As Rena, my grandmother and I sat on the back porch, I thought of Dad. I was not sure if Grammy knew yet that Dad had passed on. So I decided I best tell her. She shook her head yes as I told her and Rena said, “Oh, yes.” So I guess they already knew. (Not sure.)
But what caught me quite by surprise was, as I attempted to tell them, I began to cry convulsively. It was most difficult to get the words out. I was surprised by this. I had believed myself to be further along in the healing process than this. And I know he lives, fully in spirit.
But there it is. Perhaps we never really recover from the mourning process until we ourselves pass on and join those in spirit form.