73: The Garden

73: The Garden

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miraculous Messages from Heaven

The Garden

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.

~George Cooper

I was still struggling with my mother’s death. I still reached for the phone to call her occasionally even though she had passed almost a year ago. She was often on my mind. Nevertheless, I seldom dreamt of her, and when I did, the recollection was usually vague.

But this night, after falling asleep easily after a busy day, I had an unusually vivid dream. I awoke about three in the morning with tears trickling down my cheeks. Lying motionless, I tried to comprehend the intensity of the dream. It was so surreal that I woke my husband. The details I shared with him were quite clear. I recalled walking through a winding flower garden and smelling the sweet fragrance of roses. The garden bloomed with vibrant hues of red, yellow, and purple. The luminescent colors seemed energetic in their own way. Bluebirds perched on honeysuckle vines, softly chirped a soothing song that offered hope and cheerfulness. Though I didn’t recognize where I was, the feeling that surrounded me was overwhelmingly familiar. I was embraced by a powerful unconditional love.

In my dream, I was talking to someone, and we were walking toward a wooden park bench at the end of the garden path. I turned my head toward my companion and it was my mom. She was beautiful. Her short brown hair gently framed her face. Her smile gleamed as she expressed the depth of her love and joy for her family. She seemed very content and aware of the current events in our lives. It felt like she was telling me that she was watching over us from this incredible place of beauty and happiness. At the end of our visit, she whispered “I am always with you in spirit.” Though my eyes filled with tears, I felt complete as she continued down the path without me. Then my eyes opened.

Shortly after, my daughter woke up crying. “I miss Nana,” she wept. She too had been dreaming about my mom. While I held her close, I listened as she described the same garden that I had seen in my dream. I pondered sharing the coincidence with her but decided to let it be. Lulling her back to sleep, I softly spoke: “Nana’s love is forever, my dear.”

~Kathryn A. Beres

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