I thought of you, Gloria , this morning when I looked at the above picture. Her picture, on Facebook, was of her 2 sisters--one had passed, and she spoke of how she never stops thinking of her.-You see, my older sister is not alive anymore--She is the one on the left, in the picture below, -----behind my Dad---We were not close at all, but---she was my sister and I loved her. She had AML--a disorder of her blood cells and only lived 8 mos with that. They said it was a defective gene-- Now, why did that happen to her, and not to me?-- It seems so unfair!
I am on the right, behind my Mom--My younger sister (on Dad's lap) is alive, and my 2 brothers. My oldest brother in the middle back row, lost his wife, a couple yrs ago (such a nice person!)-- and he is struggling, so I call him and listen to him cry a lot-- He is very lonely.
I have no idea how I got talking about all of this, except, Gloria's picture brought back so many memories of our family and how life changes as I age-- one never forgets the people who used to be a part of our life-Funny eh, because the night she passed, I had a dream--she was all dressed up in a pink suit-- carrying a small suitcase. She was in a hurry , but was talking to me-- she opened her small suitcase, and told me that was the cancer in it--It was full of black stuff--- She told me that she hoped they would let her on the plane with this suitcase--then she started running away from me--said she had to hurry--then --turned around--asked me to tell my brother (her husband) to send her ????---- i asked her "What that was"-?????--She said , "Oh, just tell him , it's purple. and he would know what it was "
I asked him that day--said he had to think about it--then called me back to tell me, her "TAM" was purple--the wee cap she wore when she didn't want to wear her wig ---she had gone thru several treatments of chemo and had lost her hair--would wear her "TAM" around her house as it was more comfortable than the wig.
I never dreamt of her again-- and I often wish I could see her again , in a dream-- It has never happened--but-- I sure miss her--a lot---
Lord love a Duck!--I am crying -- Life is tough when we miss people whom we love so much!
Lynda, these holidays are not always happy for many people…..they are hard on us who have lost loved ones. You are not alone..with your feelings. I wonder, also, who planned all of this, and just how mean life is. A lot of this is baloney!
ReplyDeleteOh Lynda, to think that my fb picture made you feel sad about memories. Don't cry dear friend, sure we wish we were with our lives & loved ones the way it was 'way back then' and though memories are what we have left of those who passed on, let's look at the happy memories, laugh about them, smile at all the joy we had.
ReplyDeleteLife never stands still, we have our children, loved ones so let's be happy and thankful for that.
Love & Hugs to you, Fred, Beau, Sushie & Lopez xoxo
Try to remember the happy times and enjoy life while you have it.
ReplyDeleteMemories are what we must hold onto...hugs
ReplyDeleteI got slight chills reading about your dream with your SIL communicating. I had a few visits like that from loved ones "in transition", a grandmother, a great-grandmother, and my mom, very close to the time they passed on. Take it as a sign of love, given and received, I guess.
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Lynda, she was visiting you from spirit just after she crossed. I have had my mother, my grandma, a beloved dog and a cat that crossed visit me to check up. In different ways. With my grandma, I would smell her lily of the valley perfume, my dog came and laid her head on my knee just like she did when she wanted a bite....etc. We don't die. We only return to Spirit.
ReplyDeletePlease don't be sad when you have these visits. {{{HUGS}}}
Before my mother passed, even though she was in a coma, I asked her if she could, to give me a sign to tell me if she was happy where she was going. After she died, I dreamt she was with my dad in our former home and she told me they were both very happy. I woke up very relaxed and happy. widowedgm
ReplyDeleteYes,life is very tough when you lose someone you care about!(((HUGS)))
ReplyDeleteOH my dear Lynda, this is the time of the year when I have dreams about my beloved parents, my beloved brother and my paternal Grandmother. It is their way of letting us know they're happy and they're together.
ReplyDelete(((HUGS))) I remember how you tried to reach out to your sister. Only so much we can do about that, and that's hard to accept!
Know you're not alone!
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I am so sorry. Some days we can't help but to think about those who we've loved who have moved on from us. Every time I think about my father I still tear up. Especially during the holidays because he always made things so much fun.
ReplyDeleteLynda, during the holiday season our thoughts often go to those who have
ReplyDeletecrossed over before us. You are definitely not alone. My Dad, mother,
both brothers, my Aunt whom I loved so much, all my cousins are gone. Just me left. I was very close to my Dad. Watch for a Cardinal, they are a sign that a heavenly visitor popped by to say hi.....
I remember when your sister passed although you weren't close. Especially this time of year, thoughts of those we've loved who have passed on. They are always in our hearts..always part of us.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful day. Be happy and safe..stay well.
I totally understand what you are feeling. I lost my sister about a month ago, my mom several years ago and my dad several years before that. I, too, wish I could see them or talk to them. I cherish the memories especially the good times. Our loved ones are always nearby in our hearts. They are physically gone but are always with us in our hearts.
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I am having a lot of memories these days, some about my parents, some about my early adult life and people I've loved and lost over the years.I thank God for these memories and see them as a part of the healing I'm going through right now. I don't believe the dead can communicate with us. They are asleep, resting peacefully until Jesus comes to wake them up in their glorified perfect bodies and the same person they were in their personality. Oh, how we can look forward to that great reunion day to be with them forever more without pain, disease, or parting again!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and sad story. I truly believe your sister had come to you in your dreams. That is beautiful and it give you memories always.
ReplyDeleteI have lost a brother. The day he died (2 yrs younger) I started crying about 4:30 Pm as we were traveling home from camping. I thought it about my very special friend, Angel, my precious fur baby who had died only a couple months before. My brother died in St. Maarten at 4:30P out time. Suddenly and not expected. They do come to us in many ways.
I can identify with your sad feelings. I lost my only sister this past March. She had a massive stroke. She was 3 years younger than I. She was a smoker for many years and had a previous stroke. Now I have lost my mom (last year) and my a abrother 6 years ago (and he was 6 years younger than me! My dad died of colon cancer over 30 years ago - so I have no family left. And you know I lost my loving husband 2 years ago.....so my 4 children and their children are all I have left. Sad, but every day is a new day and life goes on. I am grateful for each new day!
ReplyDeleteThat was a beautiful and sad story at the same time. I miss my dad everyday and its always there. You're right one thing could trigger something.
ReplyDelete(((hugs))) When I have clear dreams (not often) of loved ones that have passed on I feel blessed by their visit.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you, Lynda...we can all so relate to your feelings of loss associated with those who we have loved and lost....those memories are tucked in our heart.❤️ Eissa7
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful blog Lynda. I know when someone close to us passes away it always hurts and you never forget them.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you. It's hard to lose loved ones, and even when the worst of the grief is gone it's just there out of sight and every so often it pops up and hurts intensely. I sometimes dream of my parents, Nom gone three years and Dad two. And my older brother. gone forty-nine years. Sometimes I wake up from the dream happy and others sad ... but I'm so glad I had them to love.
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