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The Dream
By Jack R Roberts
Thursday, January 16, 2003

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I was numb! My fingers tingled as I held the phone listening to my sister’s voice saying “Jack, I’m here with Gaila, Bonnie passed away last night. Gaila is alright, be careful coming home.” She had had trouble with her heart for some time now, but it was still so hard for me to believe. I had gone to a friends house after work that morning, to help him move a large rock in his yard. It was there that I got the call and it would be the longest twenty-five mile ride home I would ever take.

A thousand thoughts went through my mind on that ride home. It came to my mind that today is November 11, 1989. From here on, November 11th would be the day that Bonnie passed away. I thought about how even though I wanted to be with my wife right now, I almost dreaded getting home. I have never been a very strong person when it came to things like this, and I knew how hard it would be when I got to her. And then there were the many memories of Bonnie that started coming to mind. Bonnie was a wonderful lady. I would have to say I could not have asked for a better mother in law. She always referred to me as her favorite son in law, even though I was her only son in law.

One of my fondest memories of her was a time they had come down visit us at a place we had been camping for the weekend. This was something that her and Gaila’s Dad did often in her final days. Bonnie always came with her fishing pole with her. She would talk about the “big one” and I would make fun of her about how I’ve yet seen her catch that “big one”. Then one evening we were at the edge of the lake with our lines in the water, waiting for the big strike. Bonnie was in her lawn chair and I was sitting on the ground next to her. It was in the evening of a beautiful day, the air was cool and the autumn leaves were beautiful. Bonnie was looking around at the perfect view, and I saw a golden opportunity. When I saw her head was turned away I grabbed her line and almost jerked her fishing pole out of her hand. She squealed and started scrambling to regain control of the situation. It really had her shook up and I thought she was going to have “the big one”. Once she found out what was going on, she cussed at me and laughed while I was rolling on the ground laughing. She was such a great lady, and I admired her dearly.

Bonnie’s passing was a lot harder on me than what I put on. I truly loved her as I did her father who had passed on a few years before. Two more of my favorite people now gone from my life, but then such is life. She was laid to rest in a pretty blue nightgown and a pair of white bobby socks. Those bobby socks, I don’t believe I ever saw her without bobby socks on unless she was going out somewhere very fancy. I look back now and think that bobby socks were as much a trademark for her as my bibbed overalls are for me. I would have a hard time deep inside dealing with Bonnie’s death. But then came the night of the dream.

One night I went to bed a few weeks after Bonnie’s passing, and that night I had a dream. I dreamed that we were at her house eating supper as we had countless times before. Everyone was in their place except Bonnie, for in my dream she had already passed on. We were in our normal places around the table. I sat with my back to the stove. Gaila sat across from me, Penny, her sister sat next to her. In my dream we were eating roast beef sandwiches with mashed potatoes and gravy over it all. This was a meal we often had out there, as Bonnie knew it was my favorite. I was looking down at my plate and I felt Bonnie’s hands massaging my shoulders as she had done so often as I sat there. I looked up at Gaila and Penny and with a shocked look on their faces, they appeared to be looking up at someone standing behind me. After a few moments Penny said “Hi Mom, how are you getting along?” It was then that I heard Bonnie’s voice from behind me say “I’m doing pretty good, once I learn the language I will be just fine”. After hearing Bonnie’s voice behind me I turned around and looked down at the floor behind my chair. What I saw was Bonnie’s feet clad in her bobby socks, and the hem of the blue nightgown she was buried in. It was then that I woke up.

To this day I’m not certain what happened that night. I’ve always been skeptical when people have talked of this sort of thing happening to them. Was it just a dream? I don’t know. What I do know that if it was a dream I have never felt anything so real. I felt Bonnie’s hands on my shoulders, just as I had so many times before. And it was her voice I heard as clear as I hear my own. I have thought it over many years now and I do believe that Bonnie came to me in my dream that night to tell me that everything is ok and that she is all right. Many people will differ with me about this and that is all right, before this I saw things the same way as them. Whether it was real or just a dream, the one thing that I do know, is that every since that moment I have been at peace with Bonnie’s passing.

Jack Roberts – January 13, 2003

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Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very 1/24/2005
She came to you! No Doubt in my mind! No Doubt at all!
Special Bond with a Special Lady.
That fishing pole was great I'll have to remember that one.
Thanks for sharing this so I could meet her too.
Love Tracey
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 2/28/2003
good read
Reviewed by Theresa Koch 1/27/2003
My mother visited my sister in her dreams after her death and me and my son have also experienced this phenomenon. Ones subconscious mind takes over in sleep making one more open to the paranormal aspects of life...

Many Blessings friend it is so hard when one passes on to the next stage of existence..
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook 1/21/2003
One of my dearest Christian friends told me her father came to her after his death to tell her he was ok. How I wish that my mother would have. I believe your experience was real, friend.
Reviewed by Rita Putatunda 1/19/2003
Life can have its strange moments -- I think many of us would have had similar stories happen --
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver 1/17/2003
Jack... what an excellent write. Thank you so much for sharing it. I truly believe Bonnie came to you. And I believe she watches over all of you each and every day.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford 1/16/2003
Its real and even when you have such an experience you still question whether it is real. I have had this experience before and after a death. My son was an example of both kinds. I was told before I lost him I would be okay. That dream was a puzzle I did not understand until his death. After I lost him, He came to me himself years later to let me know he was okay. This story and exprience has touched me; thanks for writing it.
Reviewed by Renee Bagley 1/16/2003
Very sad Jack, I know how you feel, death is so hard to accept and to actually register in our minds. Thanks for sharing.


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