Happy Sunday, everyone. I hope you’re having a great day. As I’ve told you in other posts, I am battling the ongoing headache from hell, but even that can’t damage my happiness and joy because I was visited by Cindy last night.
Now, I know what you’re likely thinking, “Oh boy. Tim’s had a stroke or his cookie has finally crumbled.” And I totally understand the feeling, but I assure you that I’m on the level. Let me tell you what happened.
First a little back story. I came home early on Friday because I was really not feeling well and was in a lot of pain. I immediately came up to bed and went to sleep. Then, about 9 p.m., I got up to get something to eat. After eating, I fell asleep in my recliner in the living room and didn’t wake again until Saturday morning. After breakfast on Saturday, I spent most of the day in my recliner, still not feeling too well. In fact, that is where I, again, fell asleep Saturday night.
During the night, I was awakened by the sound of the pantry door opening. From my recliner, I only have to tilt my head slightly to see the door. From the pantry emerged my Cindy. She was wearing a yellow sleeveless blouse and her green pants and white tennis shoes. The shoes were odd because she used to wear white shoes when we first met, but diabetic neuropathy had robbed her of that ability years ago. She looked younger, thinner, and healthier than she had in years and she seemed so very happy.
She asked me where her red cup was because she wanted some ice water. I told her it is in the dish drainer by the sink. She got her cup, filled it with ice and then added some water from the Sparklett’s cooler. While she was by the cooler, she looked out the patio door and commented on how good the grass was looking now and how the bare spot in the backyard is now filled in. Then she came over to my recliner and I reached out and touched her. I could really feel her. I rubbed the small of her back like I used to do so often.
She sat in her spot on the love seat and we talked. She told me about the afterlife and told me not to worry. She even told me the names of the souls or angels (I don’t remember which) whom she is working with and who are in charge of various aspects of life there. I really wish I could recall exactly what she said. I seem to think that I did remember when I first woke up, but I didn’t write it down and now my mind is drawing a blank.
After our brief visit, she got up and walked over to me. Bending down, she gave me a kiss. Her lips were still cold and wet from the water. Then, she washed out her cup and put it back in the drainer.
The next thing I know, I am in a familiar, but not totally recognizable place, trying to explain what I had just seen to people and Cindy was gone.
I know it would be easy to say that this was all just a dream and a creation of my mind, but here are some reasons why I’m not sure.
First off, I almost NEVER have dreams that take place in my current home. My dreams usually take place in my childhood home or in some mish-mash of locations that are often unfamiliar. This vision took place in my living room.
Secondly, my house was in its current state with boxes on the floor, stuff piled on the kitchen table (from our attempts to reorganize the pantry) and I was wearing the same clothes I had on when I went to sleep in my chair.
Thirdly, it was so very real. There were no monsters or super powers. It felt so normal and familiar, but it wasn’t a memory. She acknowledged that she isn’t here anymore.
Was it a dream? Was it a visit from beyond? I don’t know and I don’t really care. All I know is that I can’t wait to have it happen again.
Come back anytime, Cindy. I miss you.