the dream

( thank you for the letter and most importantly, thank you for sharing the dream. I can only hope and pray this is what actually happened. I hope you don't mind me sharing it with others, it may help them too.)

A lovely woman sent me a letter and I received it today. I won't mention who it is from to protect her privacy, but I I think she knew I needed to hear this. But I will tell you, she was not related to my parents and was not very close to them.  She had a dream about my parents the week they died and wanted to tell me for some time but didn't want to upset me or me think she was crazy or what not. But last week, she was given a sign that she believes, was my Mom telling her to tell me this dream. 

Here is her vivid dream that she had a year ago and it still remains this vivid to her today:

I dreamt that I was in clouds and I saw someone walking toward me. It was your Dad. When I realized who it was, in the dream I said to myself, "Oh my God, that's Jerome, I hope I'm not Dead". He was dressed in all white. White suit coat, white shirt, white tie, white shoes, everything white. He was calling "Pat" and motioning with his hand to "come on". He must have called her at least 5 times. I looked over to my left and saw your Mom lying on a table with her hands folded across her chest. She was in color. She had on jeans and a blue and green flowery top that flared out at the waist. After about the fifth time your Dad called her, she got up and walked over to him. There was a line on the floor. He was on one side and she was on the other. When they were face to face, he then said to her again, "Pat, come on". She looked right at him and said, "Jerome, what about the kids?" He said to her, "the kids will be okay, come on, it's great over here." He then held out his hand. She took his hand and he pulled her over across the line and they walked off together. They never acknowledged me. This is what I saw. 

That was her dream and she also mentioned in her letter that she then believed Mom's last thoughts were about "her kids" just as I had wondered about and wrote on my blog titled "last thoughts".  Maybe that truly was why my Mom hung on for an hour, then Dad came and got her. 

I of course cried as I read the letter to Ted. It seems so true. My Dad always called her Pat. And that's my Mom for ya, worrying about "us kids" and of course, always loved color/floral clothing. But that also breaks my heart if she was worried about us. She loved us so much and knew we needed her. Oh, but wow if I knew this was true how it would bring me so much peace. To know my Dad was okay and said that'd we'd be okay and how great it was up there, and the fact that they are together. I wish I knew this is what really happened. Regardless, for today, it made me sob..........but then made a piece of my heart peaceful. Even if it were just for today. 

I will continue to pray for peace and I thank you for leading me in that direction with your dream. 

And Mom, Dad's right, we'll be okay one day......one day...........I pray and hope...............

In loving memory of my Amazing parents who were killed tomorrow, one year ago. 

I am so nervous to wake up tomorrow. I'm scared to answer the phone. I can hear my Sister's voice. She was terrified. And that call, changed our lives forever.............