When the Dead Visit Me

Occasionally, I dream of loved ones who’ve passed away. Only twice have I felt they were bringing me a message. The first was my son. Months after he passed, I had a dream of a little boy dressed all in white holding the hand of what I presumed a man, who was also dressed in white. They stood side by side looking out at a brilliant light and the little boy said, “Be happy, mommy. Be happy.”

I was obviously suffering from immense grief and this brought some peace to me.

The other dream wasn’t of someone I loved but someone I admired. Tuesday I dreamt of Angelo. Yes, the former EC caveman. In my dream we spent the day together. He celebrated different holidays with me, including Halloween and Christmas. He kissed me a few times and his kiss gentle and sweet.

At the end of the day he drove me home, walked me to the door and said, “I wanted to remind you about love.”

I spent the next day, my birthday, thinking about that dream. I’ve had so many things going on in my life that I’ve let the one thing that matters most slip – loving my husband. Appreciating him. I can’t tell you the last time I kissed him or we hugged. I’ve been too stressed and too busy. He was always the one who looked for a hug and kiss when he woke up. It was his way to start the day. Not anymore, because I wasn’t approachable. So I’m going to go back to what matters most in life – my family and husband. This stupid job has caused more problems, including health. I’m stepping back and reassessing.

And yes, I’m thanking Angelo for opening my eyes to love again.