Sometimes, I like to share parts of myself, that aren't completely work related. I suppose it's kind of like a journal for me. This is one of those entries.
Last night I dreamed that I was standing with my sister (who is now deceased), outside of the house where she and my brother grew up.
She was so excited because she had met a really, good man and I guess she had fallen in love with him, though she didn’t actually say so.
Then she spoke to me about a friend of hers, who had just died. It occurred to me then, that my sister was dead and that she shouldn’t be standing there speaking to me. I must have surmised in my dream state, that I somehow was in the past, and that she was going to die soon too.
I felt bad for the new man, because I knew that he would lose her, so I warned her not to get too involved with him. She looked surprised to hear that she was going to die, and then I realized that she must already be dead, and that in fact this was the present time.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to see her and be with her, despite her having passed away more than six years ago. I wanted to hug her, so I did, and she felt so real. I took her in, entirely, holding her, smelling her, touching her hand, and she was just as tangible as you and me. Then I took a good look at her, and her body was solid, but her neck and head were very slightly transparent, compared to the rest of her.
When I woke up, I felt as though, I really had just visited with her, I felt as though there weren’t any boundries between life and death, that can’t be crossed just as easily as they are here on earth. I also felt happy for her, and the new man she’d found.
Later this morning, after telling my husband about my dream, I realized that this was the anniversary weekend of her liver transplant, which ultimately was rejected, and was the cause of her death.
