I dreamed of my mom last night. She’s been gone 6 months and last night I saw her. I was walking down a small city street. She was walking towards me. She looked beautiful. A little younger, healthy, and she was smiling so big. I started to run to her with my arms open. She told me gently, “No, don’t…it will break the spell”. I understood. We walked side by side, chatting, smiling, laughing, loving. 1/2

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幾秒內	Joy Safro joyjoyspics	I woke up with her fresh in my mind. I don’t remember our conversation. It wasn’t necessary. I wasn’t able to hug her. That was ok too, but I remembered I was loved. Loved. Unconditionally. My Mom loved me. And the dream was my embrace. 2/2 griefjourney
15 小時內	Isabelle François- gezinscoach hoogbegaafdheid snelle_hoofdjes_coach	My mom used to pick me up at the airport, no matter where I came from. She’d been gone for a few years and I dreamt I saw her at the airport. I understood this was my chance. I didn’t ask her how this was possible, even though in my dream I remembered she had died. Instead i hugged her and started telling her, very fast, about my sons, her grand children. She smiled and said: honey Of course I know them, I’m their grandmother!