I dreamed about my Mom last night. It was actually a dream about having a dream about her. In the dream I knew she was dead, but I was able to talk to her and ask her about heaven. She said she could look in and see what we were doing. When I asked her about life there she talked about being together with other people, but that "prayer time" was always one on one with God. None of it seems very clear to me this morning, but at the time it all made perfect sense. It is interesting to me that the last thing I did last night was pray that my kids would experience a "God sense" during their sleep – and it happened to me. I don't know if it happened to my kids (though at the breakfast table it would not appear so), but perhaps because it was on my mind it made me more open to it.
Labels: death, heaven, memories, Mom, Sheila Siler