Just a bit of history before I start.
My mom passed away in 2002 at the age of 37 from complications of lupus. I was 19 years old (I am now 32).
Last year September was my wedding and we had been planning for over 8 months. Needless to say wedding planning is extremely stressful and brides can become overwhelmed and very emotional. (Indian weddings are huge *450 guests* and over a period of 3 days.)
Like any wedding, moms tend to play a big part in the planning period and wedding and I was getting really tired and frustrated because there were tons of stuff to do and no one to advise me or help except my younger sister (she's a godsend, but there's only so much she can do).
My fiance (now husband) and I were also getting very frustrated with each other. One day about 3 weeks prior to the wedding, we had a huge argument. His mother was behaving as if it were her wedding and I really had enough. I started crying and was very angry with God because I felt like I had no one to back me up.
That evening I went home after work and just got into bed, I needed a break from it all. Usually I would go home and pray and then cook etc. I lived alone so I just got into bed and went to sleep. (I finish work at 4:30 pm so it's quite early.)
About 8 pm, I awoke (checked the time). Everything felt so calm and peaceful in the house and I guess at some point I drifted off again and started dreaming. I could hear footsteps walking towards my bedroom from the lounge area and someone pushed the door open. It was my mom. She walked to the other side of my bed and got in. By now I had sat up in bed, and she takes my hand and says, "Stop stressing so much and don't worry, everything will be okay. The wedding is going to be wonderful. I am with you through this and I will be at the wedding. Help is coming." She then told me to go back to sleep, gave me a hug and we both went to sleep. I woke up early the next morning to the smell of my mom lingering in my bedroom and all around me.
As soon as I got in to work that morning, my phone rang and it was a close friend who is like a second mother to my sister and I. She's about 4 years younger then what my mom would be today and been through similar experiences in life. We will call her "A". She says "Di I'm so sorry I have been so busy, but I have made myself available from now until the wedding to help with anything you need." (She was really busy as her daughter was moving to Mauritius the week after the wedding.) However, she took on the role of my mother for the next few weeks.
The night before the wedding my sister and I stayed over at "A"s house because it was closer to the wedding venue. She sat with my sister and I that night and said a few weeks ago she dreamt of my mom and even though mom didn't ask her to help me, she knew that's what she had to do.
I know that even though those were just dreams, I felt that my mom was right there and the dreams were her way of communicating with us.
After the wedding when I had a few moments alone, I thanked my mom, I felt a huge warm feeling come over me and smelt her in the air again...