I've always believed that dreams are a bridge for the living and the departed to connect. I've grown up with stories by my family about our deceased loved ones who wish to convey a parting message, giving warnings, and sometimes simply checking up on the people they have left behind. This particular dream is still somewhat fresh in my mind, and by far the most emotional one I have encountered.
For the most of last year, my grandfather had been greatly suffering from cancer which for one was quite difficult for my family to swallow. Nonetheless, we kept ourselves prepared for the worst. And the worst did come, when he passed away just before Christmas.
His passing was quiet and peaceful, and when I came home that evening, nothing felt weird. It was just like that; he was gone, and we can't feel his presence anywhere in the house. Not in his belongings, not in his room, not even in the spots in the house he frequently visited. To say the least, I found myself sad because of it. You know when you wish he'd at least manifest for a final good bye, but he didn't.
But then on the morning of New Year's Day, I had a dream.
I was conversing with a couple of relatives and they called me, saying someone came to visit. I saw my grandfather climbing up the stairs to the living room I'm in, and he smiled at me. He was wearing white, and looked like he gained weight. I took it as a sign that he's definitely better. He reached for his breast pocket and handed me money and he said it was for me, a gift for the holidays. I resisted the urge to hug him because I know the dam will surely break. We went about the house, showing him the changes my mom did in his bedroom and he said he was satisfied by it. He then proceeded to grab a couple of belongings for him and grandma (who passed on 12 years prior) and told me that she sent him here in the first place.
At that point, I've been physically heaving from the emotions welled up and eventually I woke up crying my eyes off for a good 10 minutes. The wind in my room was cool and comforting, and the gray overcast in the middle of the day calmed me down a bit.
I'm just happy he found peace and wherever he is, I know he's breathing freely--no more oxygen tank, and no more pain.
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