My father passed away, and a short time later my mother passed away. As an only child, I was left completely alone. A deep sorrow enveloped me, and I wondered if I could go on even one more day. Tears from deep within flowed onto my pillow. I drifted to sleep thinking of special times I shared with my mom.
As a child, she would take my hand as we walked to the grocery store and afterwards wheel the hand cart home. The walk was met with anticipation, for we always stopped at the frozen custard stand for ice cream.
As a teen, I became quite the entrepreneur with my Tri-Chem business. Of course, my mother was my agent and best customer. We spent many hours at the kitchen table painting tablecloths and pictures.
As an adult, I taught at risk teenagers and was oftentimes challenged beyond my inner resources. At the most despondent times, my parents would make the two hour drive and pay a surprise visit to my classroom. My mother had made a huge box full of homemade pizzelles to share with all my students.
I was blessed to have my mother into my senior years. However, her passing still left a gaping hole because a daughter, regardless of her age, will always need/want her mother.
And so it was, with thoughts of my mother and tears soaking my pillow, I fell asleep.
I stood in a beautiful meadow with mountains in the distance. Slowly, one by one, white-robed beings appeared. They formed a circle around me, and I felt enfolded in an indescribable love. There, within that circle of white-robed beings, stood my mother. She had a smile upon her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. I knew this was her message to me that she would always be there for me.
As I slowly awakened, I felt my mother physically touch my hand. She had reached across the veil in a final assurance of just how much she loved me.
The dream I had that night, and the experience early the next morning is as vivid today as it was more than 10 years ago. I am not alone. I am loved.
This post honors my Mother (Cora Prantner). She began her Earth Walk 5/19/1913 -and- passed into the light 12/17/2003.
I think to have had a kind ,gentle mother is a wonderful thing. To be blessed with love and joy in your heart and a giving heart is also a blessing. This is something that very
few people have in life and I’m lucky to have u as a friend. Always keep writing your
stories and telling your tales for others to enjoy.
Great read! The author’s analysis was both thorough and engaging. I found myself thinking about it long after reading.