I have had several dreams come true. I’m a vivid dreamer and each of them seems real. It’s like I’m right there living the dream. Some are just dreams and stories but others become a reality.
I want to share about one that came true. It has to deal with a loved one who passed away who came to visit me. Before I get into the dream, let me give you some background information. I was extremely close to my maternal grandmother. Unfortunately, she died when I was 9 years old. I turned to my paternal grammar for comfort. She made me feel as though I wasn’t good enough. She said, “You’re not my favorite grandchild.” As you can imagine this caused great heartache with disapproval.
When I grew up and as she became older, her health problems increased. I was there for her. She was my family. I helped her despite the past. One day, she said, “I’ve been so wrong in my life. Playing favoritism was a bad thing. I know I’ve hurt you. Now you’re the one here for me and they are not. I’m sorry for hurting you. Can you please forgive me?” She meant it. It was passionate and heartwarming. Tears were running down her cheek. I cried and answered, “Yes, of course.” We hugged. It was a new beginning. Our bond together only blossomed into something more beautiful. A love that could not be broken.
A few years later, she passed away. Of course, I was heartbroken. Who wouldn’t be? My grandfather was as well after being with her for over 60 years. He needed me and my family and I think we needed him. This is when our relationship grew. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and there is something to be learned from each experience. If we are willing and open to learning.
I realized that love is our greatest gift. Love never fails. Our loved ones exist in our heart especially when we remember the good times. Cherish the little moments. That is what matters. Forget the bad things. Although, they teach us a valuable lesson.
One night, in a dream, my paternal grandmother came to me. It felt so real. She was right there in front of me standing by my bed. Her body illuminated. There was this light that surrounded her. It was warm and inviting. Her appearance was different. She looked much younger, around 40 years old, and was wearing some of her favorite clothes. She was smiling and cheerful. I could feel her love and contentment.
She said, “Do not be afraid. I am here with a very important message for you. First, I want to say I love you. I’m safe and happy. God is taking care of me. You do not need to worry. I’m coming because your grandfather is sick. He isn’t telling anyone. He needs to go to the hospital to be cared for. You need to call your father and tell him to go to the house and check on his dad. Now, get up and do what I have told you.” Just like that, I woke up. I sat down on the edge of the bed and called my father without hesitation or thought.
My father answered and said, “It’s early. Is everything okay?” I proceeded to tell him what happened. I described how she looked. At first, he was quiet. Then he replied, “I’m getting up. I’ll go right over. I’ll call you in a while.” He hung up the phone. I got ready for the day and waited for his call.
A few hours later, he called me and said, “When I got to the house he didn’t answer so I went in. Dad was in bed crying in agony. I called the ambulance and they took him to the hospital. He is in ICU and I’m here with him.” I said, “Alright, I’ll be there shortly.” Thank God, my father believed me. We have a close relationship together. He knows I would not tell him anything that I didn’t believe.
Grandpa had a staph infection from an aneurysm that burst in his stomach. He was bleeding internally and was in a lot of pain. The doctors and staff were great. After stabilizing him, they took him into emergency surgery. They gave him medications to help with his condition. It was touch and go for a while. The doctors warned that he might not make it. He spent 2 weeks in ICU and another 2 weeks in general care before he was released to go home. The important thing is he pulled through.
I think my grandmother is in Heaven watching over us with God. She came with a warning message from Him. Our quick reaction helped save my grandfather’s life. It wasn’t his time to leave. God knew we needed him. Grandpa told me so many wonderful stories about his past that I never knew. My father and grandfather had unfinished business to take care of. It came to a point that my grandfather couldn’t drive anymore and my father had to care for him. In this time, my father was able to reconcile with his dad and their closeness became evident as it was with mine and grandma’s before she died. Love is a beautiful thing. My father and I both gave thanks and praise to the Lord for his mercy.
I’ve learned another valuable lesson. God doesn’t promise that life will be easy and that there will be no suffering but He does promise to always be with us. Without God’s intervention, I don’t know how this would have turned out. I know God is working all the time around the clock 24/7. He never stops. The last thing I am certain of is that love endures forever. Both God’s love for us and the love of each other. So hold that love deep inside your heart and never let go. Love is the foundation of hope.