The night my mom died my cousin, D, had a dream in which my mom appeared. She was glowing, happy, beautiful. At the time she had the dream, D didn't know mom was gone. We both like to think that mom came to D to let her know that she was okay now.
A month or so ago I had a dream in which my mom appeared with a young boy, about 11 or 12, named Jonas, and a baby girl named Evelyn. It was brief. I saw them together looking happy and peaceful. Jonas looked protective and proud of the baby. It made me smile. In my dream it was my mom with her two grandchildren - my son and my sister's daughter.
I never had a confirmed pregnancy, but at one time I thought I had what was implantation spotting and CD1 was late. But like all good infertiles, CD1 did arrive. For whatever reason I always thought had I been pregnant it was a boy.
My sister, on the other hand, was pregnant last year. We saw Sweet Pea's first and only ultrasound picture. A beautiful sight - until at eight weeks she was gone. Though it was too early to know, in my mind that baby was always a girl.
The ages of the children in my dream would have been right on the money. Mom didn't have her grandchildren here on earth, but she had them in heaven.
Perhaps they appeared to me. Maybe not. Maybe it was wishful dreaming.
But it sure was sweet!