When we got home this morning, we talked and ate and drank tea for about an hour. It was my boyfriend, my father, my mother, my dog, and me. It was a sad conversation but at the same time it was hardly much of a conversation. We let my mother speak. We let her tell all the stories she wanted to tell and it was beautiful. Then I went to my room with my boyfriend and we went to sleep.
I woke up at 1:30pm. By this time my sister was over the house, and my mother had received flowers and edible arrangements from friends. But, I was not aware that I was about to give her one of the best news that she could hear. I dreamt of my abuela last night. When we dream of loved ones and it is after they pass, in my family we take it as they are coming to say their personal goodbye to you in your sleep. She was beautiful. Her face looked just like I remembered. She was always a kind, peaceful woman who did not seem to let much stress get to her, ever. She was sitting in a white chair. It looked like a garden chair or something like that. It was bright and sunny and there was a beautiful glow on her. She was atop green, green grass with what looked like a version of her old backyard around her. I began to ask her questions such as “how are you” “where are you now?” all sorts of questions but she didn’t answer. Instead, she just smiled at me. Not with her teeth. But a gracious smile, as if to let me know she is at peace now.
I went and told this to my mother and sister. Now, we have mass cards my mother took from Colombia with my Abuela’s picture on it, but I told my mom as I was telling her my dream, “but she wasn’t wearing that.” I then went on to describe a different outfit to her. My mother looked slightly shocked. “Michael, you’re describing what we buried her in!” she began to tear and said “She came to visit you first and I have to call and tell my sister!”
I don’t know why she came to me first, but I am grateful. I feel that now she is at peace. And that puts my myself, and my mother more at peace.