To say I am flabbergasted is to say the least.
Sifting through the last twelve years of journals today, I read of many Dream-Visits that I’ve had through the years. Many of these dreams foretold of the coming deaths of my loved ones.
In reviewing these journals, I was surprised by how many times the heavens prepared me for the coming demise of my father and mother.
The one that shook me to the core today, however, had faded from my memory. In reading the entry, I was once again convinced of the authenticity of the presentations I am often given in my dream state.
You see, I dreamed that my mother would die and before she died, she would put one of my younger sisters in charge of all her funeral planning. I further dreamed that this would cause a huge schism in our family. I saw and felt the anger and righteous indignation that would completely alienate factions of our family. My soul was filled with sadness.
A few years later, this came to pass. I never would have believed that anything could come between my sisters and me. The three of us were tight. Always.
Mom has been gone for nearly four years now. All is yet to be healed. Even with the forewarning in my dream, I was not prepared. The pain goes deep. The loss of mother was accompanied by the loss of the family circle. By and by, Lord?