I Saw My Dead Mother on Wednesday

EDIT--I posted the price of chicken post accidentally. tomorrow....

As I sat here Wednesday, waiting on Tommy to go back out again, I used my laptop. With the laptop on my lap, I sort of dozed off. I could hear the TV and what was going on, so was I asleep?

All of a sudden there appeared before me, my mother. She was dressed as I would recognize her, had a hairdo I recognized, and was speaking to me. Startled, I completely opened my half-shut eyes and lost her. Tears came. I wanted her to come back to me. Even now, as I type, tears are flowing. (All this was before I had heard Anne's mother had died. Otherwise, I would say her story triggered this.)

I hear about people talking about dreaming of or seeing their dead mother. I always wondered why I did not, not even once since she died in the early 90s. For years I have thought about her daily, wondered about things, wanted to talk with her. But, you know that is not possible with the dead. Or, maybe you believe differently.

Mother's day coming on Sunday was also not a catalyst for the vision. I have to call it a vision because she was "in" this room, right in front of me. I am not assigning a mystical meaning. She gestured like I knew; she talked to me; she was my mother just like she always was.

However, she was not my mother with cancer. She was younger and had very blond hair, not grayish and falling out like before her death. So, I imagine she was about 55. I was a young woman with three small children when she was that age.

I do not believe it is possible to will her back as a vision for me. So, I am left with one brief memory.  It was the most wonderful thing that has happened to me since she died.

Do you ever dream of your mother? Have you had a vision of her before you?