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Last night I had a dream about our son who was born without a heartbeat last year on January 19. He had most likely left us some time between January 17 and 18, or a year ago last night.
It was not a sad dream. In the dream, I saw and felt glowing in the darkness. There were ghostly orange-ish and yellow-ish lights swirling around me, and they hugged me and made me feel warm and happy. I remember thinking that they weren’t normal ghosts.
One of the swirling light forms took on the appearance of a solid-looking flesh-and-blood small boy. He was clad in blueish clothing and had a look of youthful innocence. He came up to me, hugged me, and called me mommy. He told me that he was happy and doing fine, that this world was not a place for him, and that I shouldn’t be sad.
In the dream, I kept looking at him and hugging him in disbelief and wonder. I wanted to ask him more questions, but I had the feeling the message I was meant to take from the contact was one of happiness, warmth and loving contentment. I woke up with that same feeling.
Although this is, and will always be, a sad anniversary, I try to remember the spiritual teachings that I have learned, and remember that our purpose here is to learn to the beauty and truth of love and light, even in the face of seemingly unending darkness and pain.
I still love and miss our little boy, who would have turned one tomorrow.
J
Hope, your dream gives me goosebumps. I have never dreamed anything remotely similar, it sounds so real.
My thoughts and heart are with you today. I’ll never forget the pictures of your son’s hand resting on your husband’s hand.