I really just want this to be a quick post.
I believe that people who have died can communicate with their living family and friends in a number of different ways.
A friend of mine’s brother recently passed and music was really important to him. She will often hear songs that remind her of him or that he used to play on his guitar.
Some people call these things coincidence. Call it what you want. We all believe differently and that is ok. Makes the world diverse and each of us unique.
I have my own incidents with my own family members and I think I have shared some of them in a post on peargirly.com when I was blogging there. (I’ll have to look)
Anyway…to the reason for me blogging tonight.
I had a dream about my Puppa.
In my dream we had left him to live at what I can only describe as a hospital or some other kind of facility but it was kind of like a home.
We – I know I wasn’t alone but I didn’t see who was with me…I assume my husband? – went to visit him and see how he was doing.
We had to wait a while because he was busy or unavailable for whatever reason.
When he did finally come see us he bounded down a staircase and almost immediately had a seizure.
But…omg it was the shortest, smallest grand mal seizure I’ve ever seen in my life.
It was like one minute he was seizing and the next he was up wagging his tail and then he bounded back up the stairs.
And that was it.
To me though…that is a sign. I think it’s a sign from him to say he’s ok and he’s doing good work wherever he is and even though he had a seizure, it was no big deal and he just went back about his business.
I needed to see that. I have been missing him lately and it helped me feel better about having to let him go.
Run free Topaz…