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“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.”

― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Last night was a busy night

I woke up feeling as though I didn’t rest at all

I was dreaming all night, but one dream in particular stands out:

Bill and I were in an unfamiliar dwelling, a mansion.

It was huge.

We were watching a big screen television.

My cousin Jeff ran in all excited eager to share that he and my sister Dana would be shown on the screen soon – and there they were!

Waving, smiling, dressed in OSU Scarlet and Gray, happy as can be, and rooting on the Buckeyes.

Just as they both did with great passion when they were alive.

Walking into the next room, I saw Larry sitting on a couch playing a Bowed Psaltery.

He bought one long ago while in Appalachia.

It’s still in the closet.

He always wanted to learn to play –

tried, but never succeeded.

But I digress.

As I walked into the room, I heard the sweet sounds of Greensleeves being played on the Bowed Psaltery.

Larry didn’t see me walk into the room at first, as I stood there listening to him play the instrument so skillfully.

I was so happy that he could finally play well that I almost forgot that he was gone.

When Bill entered the room and walked over to stand beside me, he looked up and smiled at both of us while continuing to play beautifully.

All I could do was smile and think about the words to the Christmas carol I used to sing to the tune:

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

William Chatterton Dix

Larry and I had many conversations about after death.

I told him what I believe and we made a pact that if I was correct he should find a way to let me know I was right.

I believe this is my second confirmation…

I wrote about the first here: Thoughts on Grief XII

Regardless of what I believe, I know in my soul that Larry, Jeff, and Dana are all in the presence of God

and sometimes I get the privilege of a visit in my dreams…

For that I am grateful!

XO Lisa

9 comments on “258 Visits and Music

  1. such a beautiful story and dreams are such gifts and openings.. lovely song Lisa! 💖💖

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  2. I so enjoyed listening the melody of “Greensleeves.” I was tempted to sing right along, but instead enjoyed the inspiring chords. Dreams can be a beautiful place to be, and may you experience more. Grace be with you Lisa.

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  3. I believe with you Lisa.
    I nearly died at 2yrs old. What initially was thought to be an ordinary childhood bug, quickly became a babe that could not be rousted for her nap. I had fallen into a coma.

    Rushed and admitted into the hospital, was discovered that I had Rubella and double pneumonia.

    I remember very clearly…..
    “I” was up toward the ceiling. The door to the white room was on my right. To the direct left was a window, hospital bed was across from me and to the left AND I saw myself laying in the bed. What looked like a plastic sheet was tented over the bed and over me.

    My mother walked through the door, crossed the room and sat in the chair on the left side of the bed. The chair had been turned around so that as she sat, she was facing me. She slipped her hand inside the tent and placed her hand on my arm. She sat there for just a few minutes then got up to leave.

    As she walked out of the room, I seemed to follow her, in front of her, facing her and just above her head. She reached behind her to pull the door closed, placed her hand to her face and began to cry. Though my mom was crying and I was seeing my body etc. I was not in the least afraid. On the contrary Lisa. The only way I can possibly explain it, yet unless you have actually experience it….is perfect, absolute, nothing like it…PEACE.

    After recovering (a miracle) I didn’t say anything about it because being a babe…I didn’t know that this wasn’t…ordinary? Later
    I didn’t say anything because I was afraid people would think I was crazy!

    But, at 14 -15, I confided to my mom what I experienced. She went white as a sheet and began to cry. She remembered that day perfectly, the room, the moment….it was the day the doctors asked her if she wanted to call clergy to come…that I wasn’t going to survive and if by any stretch of imagination that I did, the brain damage from running 108 temp for so long, I would remain in a vegetative state.
    She had to call my dad in Michigan to give him this grave news. He remembers the day well.
    (The hubs has great fun with that one. Lol)

    In the next several months after recovery….I had 2 more instances.


  4. Marti Champion

    Serenity at its finest my friend.

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