It’s been a pretty dry spell lately with no (remembered) visits from my sainted loved ones who have passed.
Sometimes just a dream can refresh our memory of them and our love for each other. I had such a dream last night.
Two life long friends, parents of my dearest friend, passed away half my lifetime ago. While I think of them often and pray for them daily, I seldom see them in my dreams.
Last night was a night where we hugged, cried and felt the love. Indeed, as I slept, our souls seemed to touch again.
The situation in the dream was a bit bizarre and certainly not true in this life. But the message was love—given and received. And that is no dream. That is as real today as it was all those decades ago.