My Great Great Aunt Ruth was my most favorite person in the entire world. I absolutely adored her and she adored me back. I was her sweetheart and she was mine. She was already in her 80's when I was born in 1991. I spent a lot of my childhood playing with her at her house, she was so sweet and at that age I probably wasn't so sweet but she loved me anyway.
My entire life I was told by her and other family members that she was old and that I would need to prepare myself for her to not be around. She lived to the ripe age of 99, I was 21 years old when she died.
The day of her passing I felt an extreme urge to leave work early to go see her in the hospital (she had a fall a few days before). I got there and she was napping the nurse came in and she had woken up, she didn't know I was there yet. I came and sat down next to her and told her I was there (she was mostly blind by now being 99). She asked me if she was home and I told her no that she was in the hospital. She told me that she was ready to die and every other time I heard her say that I would cry and cry, not ready for her to leave me yet. This time was different, I saw how much her fragile little body (she weighed 98 lbs) was suffering and I told her if she was ready to go she could go.
Within a few hours her condition deteriorated. By the time I got back to the hospital she was pretty incoherent. I walked to her bedside and took her hand and I said out loud that I loved her, she looked me right in the eye and plain as day said "I love you too." She died a few hours later when I was home in my bed.
My mother called me crying inconsolably when it happened. She said she just died 5 minutes ago and for some reason I felt relief. I did shed tears here and there but I felt so calm for some reason, unusually calm, so at peace with it. I almost felt bad that at times I couldn't cry. I think she knew that I would take it really hard so she surrounded me with her wonderful energy and I believe with all my heart this was her helping me through this.
Before she had died she had told me of occasions that her husband Rudy and her sister that had passed years before, that I never met, would come visit her in this reoccurring dream. They would come to the front door of her home and she would let them in and she would unpack a suitcase of theirs, clothing she remembered them wearing, and they would never speak to her, then they would repack the suitcase she just unpacked and left again. But before they went they would say "Come with me, Ruth" but she refused every time, not ready to pass yet as she knew they weren't alive.
My maternal grandmother also told me of a story Ruth told her right after her husband Rudy had passed. She said his silhouette appeared in her doorway as she was laying in bed, she told him he need to pass on and that she would be okay.
I think she told me the story about her dreams to let me know that is how she would come to me. I know this is not a dream interpretation site but it does pertain to my experience with my aunt.
A few weeks after her passing I had a dream of the house she lived in all my life. I knocked on the door and she was there, she was not as I remembered her, she was young with some color in her hair and an almost 70's style pants and jacket suit on. She looked so good and young and healthy. She told me that she was okay and that she would always be with me.
I have had more dreams about her also, she has brought my paternal grandmother with her in one dream as well. It has been a great comfort to me since she has passed, I miss her dearly but I can feel her all around me.