Saturday, March 22, 2014

SHE CAME BACK

She walked into a large room filled with all the people she had ever known in her life.  Every single person that she had ever come in contact with was there.  All of them sat in groups.  There sat her husband and all her beautiful children to the right of the room and next to them sat her father with his wife and a few family members.  To the left sat her mother, brother, sister, nieces, nephews, aunties, cousins, and grandpa.  Also to the left sat her co-workers from the base in Los Angeles as well as Fresno and Sacramento.  She had so many close childhood friends and they sat close to her mother's table on the left.  Her breast cancer doctors and nurses sat in the back of the room.  Her school teachers, professors from college and her daycare workers were there too. 


She was dressed in a long white gown that had diamonds and precious stones lining the bottom of her gown.  Her head was full of hair.  The hair was dark brown and wavy.  Her big brown eyes were not filled with tears anymore.  Her lips were pink and full.  Her whole face was amazing and beautiful.  She was a true angel that had come down from Heaven. 


She walked straight to the right and as her children jumped up for joy, she hugged each and everyone of them and kissing them gently on the cheek.  Next, she went straight to her mother and told her this.  "Ma, when I was in the hospice room, I so wanted to wake up and talk to you."  "Ma, I heard your prayers and you begging God to cure me from breast cancer." Then she hugged her mom, sister and brother.  She loved them so.


She walked up to the microphone that had been set up for her in anticipation of her arrival from Heaven. 


She looked around and spoke to each person in that room on an individual basis.  Some of the people were not happy to hear what she had to say.  She spoke the truth.  She could see the truth now.  Now, she knew the real people and the fake people.  They sure got a piece of her mind. 


Then I woke up.  It's Saturday, March 22, 2014.  Four years after her death. 




Thanks to God for this dream. 

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