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FLOWERS FROM HEAVEN

Suzanne Carey

DTLAL Columnist 

Jamie always felt things very strongly, and because of that she was not only a very vivid dreamer, but at times a prophetic dreamer as well. It wasn’t unusual for her to dream of relatives and friends that had passed, some came with important messages, others just to say hi. So it was a bit of a surprise when Jamie’s mother started entering her dreams, only because she was still very much alive. Sadly her mother was suffering from Dementia, and some days were better than others, but they always talked on the phone every day, even if only for a short time.

The first dream began on a park bench, overlooking a lovely beach. The sun sparkled on the water like shining diamonds, and a cool breeze blew off the ocean. The sky was always the perfect blue with an occasional cloud floating by, and it always felt warm, but not too warm. It was quite lovely, the two of them sitting side by side, talking about childhood memories that her mom now confused with present day. But in Jamie’s dreams, her mom was just the way she used to be, and as much as she hated to admit it, the selfish part of her was happy to have her back.

Sitting in companionable silence, Jamie reached over and took her mothers hand.  Squeezing it softly, her mother turned her head and looked into Jamie’s eyes, a gentle smile on her face.

” I love you Mom. I hope you know that”

“Oh my darling girl, of course I know that. I love you too”

No sooner were those words spoken when this adorable fluffy black and white dog came trotting up to Jamies  mother with a daisy in its mouth. Reaching out her hand she took the flower from the dogs mouth and with an affectionate hug said ” Thank you Skippy”. After several enthusiastic tale wags and a few big, wet kisses, the dog trotted off and out of view. “You know this dog Mom?”Jamie inquired. “Why yes honey, Skippy was my childhood dog. He’s here to bring me my flowers from heaven.” Looking quizzically at her mother Jamie asked ” Why? I don’t understand” Her Mom just patted her hand and looked out to the sea. ” Don’t worry love… you will understand soon”.

From that point on, every time Jamie met her mother in her dreams, Skippy would join them with a new and different flower. There were roses and babies breath, carnations and black eyes Susan’s, lilacs And lilies.  One flower at a time was placed in wicker basket that was  slowly filling up until there was only room for one last flower.

A few nights had passed since her mother visited Jamie In her dreams,  and even though they still spoke on the phone every day, she missed their special dream time together. Their phone conversations were getting much more difficult as of late, and she struggled with herself to make that daily call. But because they lived in different states, and she knew someday those calls would no longer be possible, she made them. Jamie did her best to be as loving and patient as she could, but it was slowly breaking her heart to listen to her mothers steady decline. So, on the night of what was to be the final dream visit with her mother, Jamie was thrilled to be able to see her again.

As she entered the park in her dream, Jamie noticed a difference immediately. Everything was sharper, brighter, much more vivid, but the biggest difference was that  her mother wasn’t waiting there. Walking toward the park bench Jamie looked around. “Mom?!” she called out ” Are you here?”

“Yes my love, I’m right here” Turning, Jamie looked at the bench, and there sat her mother. She never looked more beautiful, dressed in a flowing, white gown, her skin so  iridescent she glowed. All Jamie could do was stare at the beauty before her. Patting her hand on the bench, Jamie’s mom signaled her to sit beside her. Jamie sat down, but could not stop staring. ” What’s going on Mom?” Taking  Jamie’s hand her mother began to gently explain.

“My darling daughter, it’s time for me to go home. I know I have said over and over that  I do not want to leave my family, but I have now come to understand that no one ever truly dies, we just continue on to another place, a beautiful place.”

Jamie counld not speak, her throat too clogged with emotion. As the tears began to roll down her face,  her mother reached out her hand and began to wipe them away.

“Do not be sad my daughter, my body is so tired and my mind is so confused, it’s time for me to let go. But before I leave,  I need you to listen very carefully to what I am going to say next”. Shaking her head in acknowledgement, Jamie listened carefully as her mother shared with her all that she needed to know. As her mother finished the message, Skippy arrived carrying a brilliant white flower. But instead of waiting for her mom to take the flower, Skippy began to glow into a brilliant white light, and when he was through in his place was a shining white Angel. Reaching out his hand, he handed the flower to Jamie’s mother, who placed it in the wicker basket. Taking the basket, she placed her arm through the handle, then turned to face Jamie.

” It is time for me to go now. Please don’t be sad, for I will always be with you and your father until we are together again. Don’t forget what I told you.” Jamie hugged her mother one last time ” I won’t forget mom. I love you” Taking the Angels hand, she turned her head, looking at Jamie one last time. ” I love you more”  and with that they faded away and slowly disappeared.

Jamie awoke with a start, tears streaming down her face. Looking at her alarm clock, the glowing red numbers read 3:30AM. ” My God” she thought “What a vivid dream that was” But as she wiped her face with the back of her hands, she knew in her heart it wasn’t just a dream, and neither would be the conversation she would be having with her father, as the sound of the phone broke the stillness of the night.  And as she cleared her throat to answer the phone, there beside lay a daisy… Thank you mom…

 

SUZANNE CAREY

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