Dream Visitations

When my mom passed away 3rd October 2001, my world just stopped spinning. I had just months before given birth to my first child and I was numb knowing that my daughter and future children would never know their awesome grandmother.

My mom had been diagnosed roughly 8/9 years previous (in her mid-50s) with Alzheimer's. It had been rough on us as a family going through this with her, and so when it came to the end I guess as hard as it was to accept it was a blessing of sorts. Before this disease took hold of her, my mom had been a 5' 2" force of nature. She was the most loving, helpful, strong, powerful and caring woman I had ever, and have ever known.

After she passed I found life hard to navigate, I have no shame in admitting I struggled. I had a 6-month-old daughter who needed her mom, but I was the youngest of four children needed mine. I felt lost, but I moved forward, I had to.

Time passed, missing her never went away but the pain got a little easier to deal with. I found myself turning to TV personalities who claimed the ability of being able to speak and communicate with the dead. I found the messages they were giving others reassuring and it helped me grieve.

It was after a few years when I had passed through the stages of grief and could remember my mom without breaking into tears that I had a strange experience. The day passed without much fuss, but having run after my toddler all day I was tired so I drew a bath and afterwards headed to bed in an attempt to get an early night. This was the night I would have something I had only ever read about. I had a dream visitation.

The whole place was as white as white can be. So bright that at first, I had to strain to keep my eyes open. I had to lift my hand to cup over my eyes to shade my vision. There was no walls, doors or windows or ceiling, and as a matter of fact, had I not felt the solid ground beneath my feet I would have said there was no ground beneath them.

I felt confused and yet strangely in awe at what I was experiencing when I felt a familiar presence near. I turned to see my mom standing nearby. She was dressed in a white skirt, shirt and one of her overalls (but strangely in white) and she was the healthy woman I remembered from my early teens. She was smiling.

She held her hand out to me and I slipped mine into it and entwined my fingers with hers so overjoyed that she was there with me. She never spoke, she lead me a few steps forward and motioned for me to sit. I looked around us confused, there was nothing to sit on. The place was empty. She smiled and moved to sit. I panicked and attempted to stop her but she rolled her eyes and tugged me to join her. I found myself sitting, but on what I have no idea.

She touched my face and forced me to look up at her and as she did she spoke. She told me that she loved me and my brothers and that she was very proud of how my dad and us, her children, had cared for her. She acknowledged how hard it was for us and she expressed that at the time she was unaware of all that had been happening. It was only after passing she had been able to review and witness it.

My heart swelled when she said this. We as a family struggled at times with the treatments the specialists were suggesting and at times debated letting her go through with some of them. She told me that as much as she loved the gesture, she was not wanting nor expecting me to keep the promise I had made her in the moments before she passed. It was at this moment my heart shattered.

On my mom's deathbed, I whispered into her ear that she could relax and pass on as I would look after my dad and my three brothers. I had wanted her to be at peace and know that she could let go and be with family who had passed previously.

As if knowing what I was thinking she smiled and brushed the side of my cheek with the tips of her fingers before tucking my hair behind my ear. She said the boys were old enough to look after themselves and that I should let them and that she knew I would look after my dad but when it was his time that I should let him go too. She would be waiting for him.

While this meeting was taking place I was surrounded by the aroma of her favourite perfume and as the experience was unfolding I knew this was my mom and I was not dreaming. She was visiting me the only way she could.

The experience ended just after she kissed me on the cheek. I woke up with tears in my eyes, I'd been crying in my sleep.

(My mom and I at the school fair - I was a snip of a kid and she was my idol)

It was my mom who got me interested in the paranormal. She fed my hunger for knowledge in all things that caused the weird and strange. Do I believe in dream visitations? I didn't before, but I do now.

If you have an experience like this you would like to share then please feel free to reach out to me at weirdlyparanormal@gmail.com and I will be in touch.