After my mother passed, I dreamed she visited me, and was becoming an angel.
Dreaming about passed loved ones visiting us is a fairly common experience, whether or not we may believe in an afterlife. No matter our theological view, we all long to know those we love are at peace and have been released from the pain, sorrow, and suffering of this world after death. Dreaming is one way our minds sort through and process information and life experiences in order to make meaning and find closure.
Many people who do not believe in an afterlife discover that they are concerned about the welfare of their loved ones after their death. The Bible tells us that an awareness of the eternal nature of life and of God Himself are planted in the hearts of humanity (Romans 1:20). When God designed the universe, He crafted it in such a way that people throughout history would recognize His power in creation – power that reaches beyond scientific explanation to our very souls. He also designed us with an innate sense that we are eternal creatures. We mourn the thought of permanent separation from our loved ones because we were “wired” to live in community; it is because of this that we experience wrenching pain when we are separated from those we love most – especially when we believe we will never see them again. Most of us find the thought of eternal separation from those we love to be an agonizing thought. Our love and concern for family and friends continues far beyond their passing.
It sounds as if you shared a close bond with your mother. In one way or another, you will grieve her loss for the remainder of your life. This is to be expected because she was an important part of your life. Your dream is one manifestation of your love for her. Take comfort in the fact that the love and care you shared with your mother is a both a gift of memory to you, as well as a gift that will remain with her forever.
I know how you feel my mother has been gone for 22 years. I HAD A GREAT RELATIONSHIP WTH HER THE LAST FIVE YEARS SHE LIVED.I DID SEE OR SPEAK TO HER EVERDAY OF MY LIFE.I HAD A GREAT HOLE IN MY LIFE THAT ONLY GOD COULD FILL. I DID NOT DREAM OF HER UNTIL MANY YEARS LATER AND I WAS GOING THROUGH A HARD TIME.I WAS ILL AND VERY FRUSTRATED WITH LIFE.I PRAY A LOT AND BELIEVE GOD IS MY SOURCE FOR EVERYTHING.SO WHEN SHE CAME TO ME IN A VERY BEAUTIFUL DREAM,I KNOW GOD SENT HER TO COMFORT ME.SHE HAS ONLY COME TO ME IN A DREAM TWICE AND BOTH TIMES SHE COMFORTED ME.
My mom also died of cancer, almost a year ago. Within two weeks of her passing, I dreamed one night that she had invited a few of us to visit her in Heaven. She wanted to show us how she was decorating her home there. It was such a vivid, realistic dream! She had chosen seascape colors for her main living room, and I can still see the yellows and blues clearly. Mom was always a great homemaker, and took delight in decorating every place she lived...including the last place she lived, an apartment in my walk-out basement. She was very content and joyful in my dream. And I awoke smiling, feeling comforted. I had other dreams with Mom in them over the next months, usually mundane dreams where we were gardening or doing chores together. Even the mundane dreams are comforting, but none so comforting as that first "decorating the new home" dream.
Sometimes, we need to learn to embrace events that occur in our lives and not over-examine them. While you don't believe in an afterlife, this may have been your own inner efforts to console yourself, which is OK. Having recently lost my father, I know there are always doubts as to whether or not we did enough. As a Christian, I do believe in an afterlife, and know that loved ones will send us messages from beyond, as I have received many throughout my life. For you, perhaps you should go with how you felt through the dream. If it created some comfort for you, then just embrace that and don't over-think it. I am sure your mom knew you where there for her, and you did right by her. That should also be a comfort for you as well. May I offer my condolences. We don't ever stop mourning the loss; we only learn how to deal with it.
My sweet daughter, age 42, passed on Mother's Day a year ago from cancer - an extremely cruel painful end of which she fought so valiently. I simply couldn't, and wouldn't accept her death. I have been crying for the entire year, have lost any desire to take up where I left off, put off cleaning, going places, talking to friends - indeed so depressed I wanted to go to where she was. Several nights ago I had a very realistic dream and she came to me and signaled me out of the rain, into the sunshine, into HER new home! She was extremely happy, looked exactly like she did shortly before she passed, and told me she knew I was worried about her - but I shouldn't worry any longer, she was happy and fine - indeed she was laughing with others in the room they were decorating!!!!! I woke astounded - and as a Christian, feel that God truly had her come and see me to give rest to my soul... I feel so much more at peace now - even though I knew she was in Heaven!
My mom died in 2006. 4 days after her death, while we were all running around this house planning her funeral and things, my neighbor looked out and saw my mom in her garden. He said he had to look twice but even so she was still there. He told me this had never happened to him before.
I can surely tell you my mom was with me in those 11 days between the day she died and the day we interned her ashes. Her memorial service and the family gathering at my mom's home (which now belongs to my brother and me) went off perfectly. In fact, that year we had an abnormally long summer and I was still getting things out of the garden the day we interned her ashes.
My brother moved into my mom's room and I stayed in my room as I had lived with mom for 27 years before she died. The night my brother moved in, which was in fact the day we interned her ashes, a hoot owl started hooting outside my mom's window. That owl stayed there in a bush for months after mom was gone, Bob heard him every single night. How odd an owl would perch in a bush I thought, and remembered how much my mom loved birds of prey, we had all watched owls with her during her lifetime.
The day before my mom died, I cleaned her room and surrounded her bed with the pictures of her family who had died before her. I had no idea why I did this. That day I watched my brother enter this house 4 times from my garden. Each time I got up and he was not there. Each time I went back into the house my mom's head was bent in prayer. That brother chose not to speak with my mom the last two years of her life. His wife was angry over 1,400.00 in taxes that she had paid for living in my mom's cottage. She believed mom owed her this money, when in fact, my brother and his wife had lived there only paying taxes and utilities for years. In fact, quite often they did not have the tax money and mom would pay it for them. Mom's heart was broken over losing contact with her oldest son. I watched her for two years, as she tried to reconcile the anger she felt over what had been done to her. The odd thing is that after she died that brother inherited over 100,000.00 from her. How did he live with himself I often wondered.
I called my aunt to tell her about my brother walking into the house that day before she died. My aunt told me my mom was calling him to her to forgive him. I know that she did, because she had underlined all these prayers for forgiveness in her Bible.
Since her death, she has come to this house often. When my brother and I fight or there is some sort of chaos in this house, I go outside and talk to my mom, usually while looking at the moon. (Mom died with her Bible in one hand and her moon chart in the other). Every single time I have called on her or God for help it has come to me, sometimes almost immediately.
My brother and I constantly have these days where everything seems to be directed by my mother, miracles occur, etc. Money shows up. Stuff happens, and my brother and I will always say aloud, "Thank you Mom!"
I have told my other two brothers that if they miss mom they ought to talk to her. Both think this is ridiculous, and ask why??? Neither really believes she can hear them, but Bob and I do believe she hears us, and it never ceases to amaze me how powerful she is.
About two months before her death, I was trying to get mom to let me put some lotion on her back. She told me very sternly, "I do not care at all about my body Annie, that is only temporary, it is my spirit I want to take care of". To this day I believe that mom was making the transition from earth to heaven while she was still alive. She seemed more and more distant to me the closer her death came. I read recently that this is in fact true. "The longer we live the stronger the ties become which attract us toward another world, and the fewer and weaker those that attach us to this". (QUIET THOUGHTS).
EVERY prayer mom prayed and underlined before she died has come to fruition. Within two years my dad was here for me to take care of. She told me (though they had been divorced for some 43 years) that if dad needs help, "You take him in Annie". So I did.
No matter what you believe, I am finding that the older we become, the wiser we become, the more we realize that there is far more to this life than what our 5 senses discern. Even my dad was a firm agnostic all of his life, but now with Alzheimer's, he refers to God often. When I tell him he has angels he believes me. One day recently he asked me if the angels were stronger than the devils. "Of course" I told him, and he said, "Thank God!"
If you are wondering if your mom is at peace, which was your ?, I believe she is. Cancer is a horrible way to die, unlike how my mom died, which was (she stopped taking her blood thinners) a heart attack/stroke. But rest assured the aches and pains, emotional drama and traumas are put to rest along with the body. The rest, who your mother is, remains always within your heart and around you.
It is not hard to let go of a body, when the spirit goes on to joyous places of which we can only dream of.
When your mom died, her body died, the part that had the cancer, her spirit will always stay close to you. Moms are moms for life.
We have all had dreams about my mom, mine only started recently, but when I see her she is happy and not sick or upset anymore. Treasure those dreams, they are our chance to visit with those who have passed off from the shore and over the horizon. And just as we no longer see the ships when they go far away, so too we no longer see the bodies of those we love, but we can still and always will feel their energy for their ships still sail. Please never feel that your mom was taken from you, she rather is on her own journey and still watching you. The only thing gone is the body. Be at peace with yourself, that is what your mom would so want. Sincerely, annie
My mother just passed away two days ago. While I know logically at 92 she had a very full and happy life there is an emptiness there. The last time I saw here she was at her hospice care. I struggled with leaving her and going to help my daughter who had recently lossed everything in a fire.
Mom was in a comatose state for two days. My siblings kept telling me I needed to go but I felt torn. I told her that I'd have to leave her which was the hardest thing for me to do. I told her I had to go help her granddaughter.
I sat in my car for five minutes knowing that would be the last time I'd see her again. My mother passed away while I was airborne. Five minutes after her death I turned to my husband and said mom is gone and started to crying. I knew she wasn't with us. When we landed I contacted my siblings and asked how mom was and told she had died around 7:30a.m
Two nights later, last night I dreamt I was sitting at her apartment which she hasn't live at for 3 years now. I was telling her about my daughter, the fire, my concerns for her her fiance and his children. She told me you be there for her. Keep talking to here, love her like you did when she was a troubled teen. I will be out soon.
In a half sleep I told myself I'll have to give mom a call and let her know how things are going. Then remembered I can't call her. Now I'm falling apart. Is this normal?
I do believe she was telling me she's coming to watch over her. Am I wrong or is there another logical explanation
Logic cannot truly explain this, but belief and faith can. Without belief there is no faith, without faith we are alone in the world. Your mom will he there to watch over all of you, just as mine was/is. Though my logical brothers can not get that, my brother and I do, and we are the lucky ones cause we are the ones that get to have mom around. Having little faith, the other two do not see her or hear her, they only mourn the passing of her body. We two who live in her home relish the continuation of her spirit. That is the difference.
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