I felt it all. I have had dreams like that about my mom. When my grandson was born I thought I don't know how to be a grandma, how did my mom do it when I had my daughter? I missed her in that moment so fiercely & realized she'd never meet her great grandchild. Except maybe in a dream.
In about two weeks, my husband and I will commemorate the one year anniversary of my father-in-law's sudden passing. His memory has popped up in some fascinating and unexpected ways, and it has completely turned our world in a different direction. Thank you for reminding me that memory (and dreams) are powerful means of connection.
Your loved ones that you built relationships with will talk to you from time to time. A lot of people say it is coincidence. But, sometime it is them talking. I have had it happen to me too many times to count.
A friend of mine had a heart attack. He played football at Colorado, was from Glendale CA. It was sudden, a widow maker. In his early 50s walking down the streets of Soho. We had two things in common. Chicago MBAs where we met, and we spent a lot of time in New Orleans at the WW2 Museum. His favorite band was The Who. When I found out he passed, I was in my car. I had on a Spotify playlist I had made with a bunch of songs on it. The next few that played were New Orleans jazz muscians.....it was Mark telling me he was okay.
My uncle had a brain tumor like your fathers. He fought it. We were pretty close. At our cabin in MN where everyone in my family has spent a lot of time, we each get a white pine to put our name on and take care of. I had picked one out for him after he had passed away since his other one he picked out years ago had died. This one was by the outhouse he built with his son in laws and my grandfather. I reached into a box where my grandfather had made some wooden labels for plants on the property. I was going to put his name on it next to the tree. The first one I picked up said, "Forget me Not". It was for Forget Me Not flowers, but that was my uncle talking to me.
So many others that have happened to me it is not just chance or coincidence. Sometimes it's just in the tone or inflection in your voice when you talk to people. They are there, alive in a different way.
What a great story Brian, thank you for sharing. It's a powerful reminder to cherish the moments with our loved ones because no one knows how much time we have left.
I felt it all. I have had dreams like that about my mom. When my grandson was born I thought I don't know how to be a grandma, how did my mom do it when I had my daughter? I missed her in that moment so fiercely & realized she'd never meet her great grandchild. Except maybe in a dream.
Thank you for this piece ❤️
Thank you!
Tears. Tears, on the side of my face.
In about two weeks, my husband and I will commemorate the one year anniversary of my father-in-law's sudden passing. His memory has popped up in some fascinating and unexpected ways, and it has completely turned our world in a different direction. Thank you for reminding me that memory (and dreams) are powerful means of connection.
Thank you for sharing this, Maria. I'm touched that my story could resonate with you. 🙏
Your loved ones that you built relationships with will talk to you from time to time. A lot of people say it is coincidence. But, sometime it is them talking. I have had it happen to me too many times to count.
A friend of mine had a heart attack. He played football at Colorado, was from Glendale CA. It was sudden, a widow maker. In his early 50s walking down the streets of Soho. We had two things in common. Chicago MBAs where we met, and we spent a lot of time in New Orleans at the WW2 Museum. His favorite band was The Who. When I found out he passed, I was in my car. I had on a Spotify playlist I had made with a bunch of songs on it. The next few that played were New Orleans jazz muscians.....it was Mark telling me he was okay.
My uncle had a brain tumor like your fathers. He fought it. We were pretty close. At our cabin in MN where everyone in my family has spent a lot of time, we each get a white pine to put our name on and take care of. I had picked one out for him after he had passed away since his other one he picked out years ago had died. This one was by the outhouse he built with his son in laws and my grandfather. I reached into a box where my grandfather had made some wooden labels for plants on the property. I was going to put his name on it next to the tree. The first one I picked up said, "Forget me Not". It was for Forget Me Not flowers, but that was my uncle talking to me.
So many others that have happened to me it is not just chance or coincidence. Sometimes it's just in the tone or inflection in your voice when you talk to people. They are there, alive in a different way.
Beautifully put, Jeff.
Impressive.
Thank you, Darren.
What a great story Brian, thank you for sharing. It's a powerful reminder to cherish the moments with our loved ones because no one knows how much time we have left.
This gave me chills. Beautiful story and great writing.
Thanks, Alexis. You're too kind.