I Believe

My mom was in my dream last night.

In the dream, one of my family members was in the hospital. (An outdoor hospital, apparently. Aren't dreams strange?)

As I came near the hospital bed, I saw my mom standing at the foot of it. She looked beautiful and young. Her hair was long and straight, parted in the middle. She was wearing her usual button down shirt and jeans.

When she turned to look at me, her eyes were huge, like they were dilated. I felt my mom's soft, knowing gaze upon me and in that moment she conveyed to me without words: "I am here. I am still watching out for you, and everyone in the family."

She turned and left, dissolving in front of my eyes. I turned excitedly to the family member who had been admitted to the hospital and said: "My mom was here, right here at your bed, she's watching over you!" Family member replied: "I know! Isn't it wonderful!", and that person was glowing like I've never seen before.

I am getting goose bumps as I write this. I woke up this morning remembering this dream vividly.

I believe that my mom purposefully came to me in my dream last night. I believe she is with God, in Heaven, and that those who leave before us are never truly gone.

My Faith is strong today. I feel my mom's spirit right now like I haven't felt it in months. Every day I try to live a life that would make her proud, and today I will be thinking about her even more than usual.