Verity and my mother

I am sure that you could write volumes on the subject of dreams.

Last night, I had a very realistic dream. I was talking to my Mum and I asked her two questions.

Was Verity feeling very guilty, so guilty in fact that she could not bring herself to contact me and secondly, was Verity worth fighting for?

Mum said “yes” to both questions.

Call me cranky if you wish but the brain is full of electrical activity and maybe acts like an antenna and maybe, just maybe that antenna enables some of us to communicate with the dearly departed.

I am going to tell you a story now, absolutely true.

A while after Liesel had passed away, Verity and I went to visit the family. We all went out for dinner and then Liesel’s Mum, Maureen or Mo to me, started to speak.

She recounted a dream that she had. Liesel was sat at the end of the bed and was crying. Mo said to Liesel “what was wrong” and then Liesel turned towards Mo and Mo could see that they were actually tears of joy. Liesel said to her Mum “Breeza is coming home”.

Two or three months after this dream, Breeza, Liesel’s favourite cat, was sadly run over and both Verity and I were very distraught.  I immediately phoned Maureen because I knew that she would want to know.

It was the very same day that a cat or dog rehoming organisation came to check out the house but, after handing Breeza over, he said his goodbyes. In fact, it was the gentleman who carried Breeza to the front door.

That same day, Verity and I buried Breeza with Liesel’s ashes under a magnolia tree, as specified by Liesel.

Maybe a coincidence, maybe wishful thinking, who knows?

Published by David Hender (copyright owner- all rights reserved)

If you want to know me, you first need to understand where I have been and where I am going

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