Have you ever had one of those dreams, the kind where you get to visit a loved one who has already moved on into the next life? When I have this kind of dream, I don’t want to wake up. I want to stay there. Hang out for a good long while, ask some serious after life questions. What’s it like, what’s your soul been up to? Last night in my dream my grandpa made an appearance. When I woke up this morning I wrote the dream in my journal because I didn’t want to forget. On May 6, 2010 just three days after my 40th birthday I lost my grandpa. I found him again last night. I turned around in that cabin’s old dirty kitchen that needed the walls painted badly and he was there. His warm approachable face was smiling back at me, arms outreached for one of his strong, meaningful hugs. I lingered in this hug last night just a little longer because I have missed him so much. He wore a light blue, crisp dress shirt and black slacks. I had conversation with him but sadly I can’t remember what we talked about. My grandma she was there too at the cabin but she couldn’t see him. Only I could see him. I could hear him, I could feel him. Thank you grandpa for visiting me in my dreams last night, I have missed you so very much.
Shortly after he passed I began to notice white egrets or some call herons. The strangest sighting was in my backyard one morning, one landed on my rooftop and I had never seen an egret land on my rooftop or be anywhere near my home. The white egret just stood there, prehistoric, and wise looking. Standing still for a moment then flew away. Now when I spot an egret, a white one. I think of him. For a while after he passed I would visit this one little park and try to find the one egret that lived there. I would get so excited when I would find him just standing in a shallow pool of water. I would sit still for several moments just watching this bird. My grandpa had a fountain made of egrets. The fountain is still there with my grandma.