My mother came to me this morning
Stood near the foot of my bed
She told me, "Get up now. You've got to go."
As real as I am pumpin' blood
My mother came there with love
She passed to a wonderful place in '92
A saint of a woman was she
She told me, "Get up now. Youve to to go."
'Caught scent of "Tabu" she wore
She's checking "us" for sure
This brought back thoughts of my mom who left in Dec 2002. Once in a while she still comes and I feel her loving presence. She is gone, but definitely not forgotten! Mary Gtace
Our loved ones remain in our hearts and souls. The night after my father passed, I was woken by a sound. He stood by my bed and told me I won't forget him. He said it rough as the way he spoke. I was shaken but comforted. I hope your vision brought you comfort.
HOW BEAUTIFUL JANE! IN A WAY THAT WAS ENDEARING AND FAMILIAR TO YOU, GOD REACHED OUT TO YOU, AND ALWAYS WILL! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A smile crossed my lips when I read your waking moments with your mom. My grandmother always used to remark that my grandfather (who had passed) was standing at the foot of her bed. Loved the the scent of "Tabu" .... what a wonderful sensory memory and moment.
This is so real, and I can also relate to this. I would always know whenever my mom pays me a visit, even though I can't see her, but I know she is there with me because I can smell her scent.
Your memory of her is so strong it occupies your dreams until you wake up and momentarily see and hear her there like she never left.
If I awaken and see my mother, I will believe. Since she is only 1200 miles away and would have to come here by her walker, or forbid, her newly acquired wheelchair.
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
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Jeanne
Yep, that was your mom!
A wonderful dream, sweet Jane! So glad for you!
Sandie
If I awaken and see my mother, I will believe. Since she is only 1200 miles away and would have to come here by her walker, or forbid, her newly acquired wheelchair.
Ron
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