My latest dream or- Katherine

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Thank you so much, Katherine!

The prayers are much appreciated. You are a blessing.

Love and blessings to you and your family,

Tara

 

Katherine Miller <katsam19 wrote:

Tara, it is so pleasing to see your love for your uncle! I am sure that he knows

your love for him as well! It is also very pleasing to see that your aunt and

cousins realize the importance of reminiscing about the good times they all

shared for both his sake and their sake. As Claudia said it will help ease with

the transition and your aunt and cousins will have happy memories to look back

on when he does finally go and that will help!

 

The card that you refer to may not make sense now, but later it might so watch

out for it! I will continue to pray for his smooth transition home as well as or

you and your entire family! May God be with you all!

 

Love,

katherine

 

tara jacoby <tjmassage7777

Wednesday, May 9, 2007 11:41:30 PM

Re: Re: My latest dream or- Claudia-

 

Claudia,

I just spoke to my mom about the dream or obe, and she told me that she didn't

know about a card being made, but she knew from her last conversation with my

aunt, that she (my aunt) along with my cousins and my uncle- have all been

spending a lot of time talking about their favorite times together.

My aunt told her that they all knew they'd better spend time reminiscing and

remembering the good times, and feeling that same joy and love all over again.

She said my aunt told her that they all decided this was the time to do that.

xoxo,

Tara

 

Claudia Lambright <newtfoodbowl@ > wrote: Dear Tara,

 

Your very touching experience brought tears to my

eyes. Whether a dream or an OBE, it strikes me as

very real and I would not be at all surprised if you

discover one day, without having to ask your aunt and

cousins, that this private ceremony of love acutally

did take place. What a wonderful thing to do for

someone who will be leaving you! So often we don't

get, or we don't take, the time to say goodbye, and

the gesture of making a personal card expressing all

that a loved one has meant to you is so much

more...something that would surely mean so much to the

dying person as well as provide a treasured keepsake

for the survivors.

 

You were very blessed to be a visitor at this

ceremony, Tara. Thank you so much for sharing it with

us. I will keep your uncle Dennis in my prayers.

 

Love & blessings to you and your family,

Claudia

 

--- tara jacoby <tjmassage7777@ > wrote:

 

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>

> tara jacoby <tjmassage7777@ > wrote: This

> dream I had was about uncle Dennis.

> I'm not sure now, if it was a dream or an

> out-of-body- experience.

> Since I don't have the heart to question them [Aunt

> Helen and cousins] about

> the details- during this difficult time, I will

> simply keep it to myself.

>

> It begins like this:

> I was at Aunt Helen and Uncle Dennis's house. I was

> not in the physical form.

> I looked as I do now, except transparent. I was also

> unseen. I was noticing all of this as I seemingly

> appeared in their house, and as I 'landed' there, I

> slowly became

> aware of my surroundings, and aware of my reality

> as a non physical being.

> I noticed, as I 'felt' the air for energy..and

> turned toward the closest being- that

> I was standing in front of their dining room table.

> My aunt was sitting at the table.

> She is always optimistic and cheerful, but this time

> she was sitting all alone, in

> darkness. She was holding something that looked like

> a really big card. She just held it in her hands,

> and never shifted her eyes from it. She looked as if

> she was in deep thought, as her eyes continued to

> helplessly stare at it. I looked down a bit, to see

> her face. It held a look of overwhelming pain..one

> which cannot be expressed. I felt it, and I thought

> I would fall to the floor with the sadness. I

> realized however, that the non physical body reacts

> differently to such pain and sorrow, than the

> physical body- and although I still had the weak

> sensation, I did not fall. I wondered if he had

> died..if that's what she was experiencing. The way

> she held the card, and the way she stared passed it,

> and the immense pain which emanated from her

> reminded me of my reaction to Mischief's passing.

> I wanted to see what she was looking at. Without

> even thinking, I turned my palms upward and raised

> my arms a bit, and I lifted up from where I 'stood'.

> As I thought of where I wanted to be- I was simply

> there. I had shifted to behind her chair, so that I

> could look on what she was holding. It was a card,

> but it was also like a memorial. It was very sad to

> look at, and I could feel a sensation of pain and

> warmth flow over my face. She made this card with my

> cousins. She was now putting some finishing touches

> around the perimeter- some fancy stitches with

> colored thread. The card was I think, material. It

> seemed to be a fairly stiff kind of fabric. Each

> cousin had made part of it, complete with their own

> memories of favorite times with their dad, and a

> little bit on what he has meant to them. It kind of

> reminded me of a patchwork quilt, what with the

> material and the pieces done by each one, and at

> last sewn together and stitched fancily around the

> edges. She seemed to be

> finding peace in creating this..it was her escape.

>

> I thought, ok..his birthday has passed- it's not a

> birthday card. There is no special occasion right

> now..so what is the purpose of this card.

> I thought, has he died? Then I wondered, why would

> she make a card for him if he has passed, and why

> would she make a memorial for him if he's still

> alive?

> It just didn't make sense to me.What was she doing?

> I wondered how cold she must have grown from this

> hurt..from enduring all of this..to be able to spend

> her time making this memorial while he's still

> alive..to be able to detach herself so much that she

> feels as though he's already gone.

>

> Then I began to wonder if he was still with us.

> Once again, I shifted my position, by raising my

> arms and palms. I was suddenly in the room in which

> he was staying. It was not his own room, but it was

> transformed into a comfy version of his room. It was

> more convenient for him to be in this room. I saw

> him lying in the bed. He was very weak, and still-

> but he was still living. I thought, " How could

> you?..How could you waste away your last days with

> him while you make that project, as if he's already

> gone? How could you be so cold, and how could you

> leave him to waste away- all alone in that room,

> while you spend your time doing this? " I couldn't

> understand, and it made me both angry and sad. I was

> standing near to him, but he couldn't see me.

> Suddenly, the door opened, and a procession of

> cousins, holding the card and lead by my aunt..filed

> through and crowded around one side of his bed.

> I thought, " No, you can't..you can't give him that

> card and make him feel like you want him to be gone!

> How could you? You can't, you just can't! "

> I was sad, so I shifted my position to behind the

> other side of the bed- away from them. They handed

> the card to him and kissed him on the head. He

> smiled as he read it, and as he looked at the

> craftsmanship used to create it. He held the card,

> and they held him. As it turned out- my aunt had

> decided she didn't like the way in which- at a

> funeral, the family tells the crowd what a wonderful

> person their loved one was..only the loved one is

> already gone. She wanted him to hear it while his

> body was still alive. She decided to create

> something that he could hold and look at, and which

> they could always keep..which would depict the kind

> of love they shared, and the greatness of his giving

> nature, which they loved so much..and the memories

> held dear by each one. He shed a few happy, yet

> bitter tears. I felt like an intruder..this was a

> private family time..and I didn't belong. I felt

> sadness for no belonging, but I knew this was a

> special time that they needed to have alone

> with him. This time, I walked out..slowly, with my

> head down..trying to sneak away without being seen,

> or getting in the way and causing a disturbance in

> the midst of their special day. I 'landed' [suddenly

> arrived] in my bed, and my face was wet with tears.

> And that's the end of my 'dream'. I'm still not sure

> if it was a dream or an out-of-body- experience. My

> aunt has always made craft with her children. She is

> a very crafty person, and I think she finds peace

> in that.

> Love and blessings,

> Tara

>

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