My brother died 2-26-08. (He was paralyzed) After I got through the funeral of course I missed him. How could I not? But there was also the intense desire just to hear his voice again. It was like that for all of us in the family. So I checked my answering machine
and my parents' answering machine just hoping one of us had his voice on it. But no he wasn't on either or anyone else's in the family. Ever since he died even now there isn't a day that goes by when I don't think of him. I use to at first hope when I was going to bed, to at least dream about him. But after a while I gave up even on that.
I guess my brother had been gone 6 months. When after having given up on dreaming about him, I dreamt about him two nights in a row.
The first night I dreamt I had a picture of him standing in a field
full of long grass. He was standing in the field staring straight ahead (not at who ever was taking the picture). There was an old wooden windmill, off to his right, behind him. That was it, nothing more, nothing less. Just that.
The very next night I dreamt that I had a copper box. Almost like the one I had made and given to my brother the previous Christmas, with which he was so thrilled to get. It was something he could really use, keeping his little odd and ends in (comb, nail clippers, calling cards etc) and close to him. He had told me it was his favourite present. Anyways, I dreamt I opened this box and there was a picture of my brother in the box. The picture was wrapped in this almost clear, white, shiny material, which made it look like he had wings. In the picture, he was standing staring ahead (almost like he was in the sky) with the blue sky in the background, and clouds. I looked at the picture and said out aloud, " Is that it? Is that all there is?" Then I heard my brother say my name and " I'm standing."
That is all there was to that dream I woke up. I know he visited me, while I was asleep and came to me in a dream. I don't wonder if it was just a dream. I know it was him. I know he is fine. I believe my
brother is walking and standing again.
I just wanted to share this story. In hopes that it will help someone else who has lost someone and is feeling the pain of that loss. Because you just don't know when they may show up, to let you know. 'Hey, I am Okay. '