Six years ago when my father died, I wished that I would have a dream of him, a visitation of sorts. It never happened. Occasionally I would see a tall, white-haired man from the back and think I was seeing my father, then only to be disappointed when I would realize it was not him. I don't wish for this dream anymore but last night something extraordinary happen.
I wasn't asleep yet but floating in that half awake twightlight time when suddenly my mother was with me. She was bending over me and reaching out to touch my cheek. I felt myself rise up to meet her gentle kiss on my forehead. I felt a smile slowly spread up from my lips to my eyes like a hesitant wave that suddenly crashes on the shore, my face engulfed in the warmth of that kiss. I was stunned but I knew, finally KNEW, that my mom was okay. I woke up this morning feeling completely and perfectly at peace.