44: One Last Thing

44: One Last Thing

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Dreams and the Unexplainable

One Last Thing

Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions.

~Edgar Cayce

When I was in high school, I was certain that I had my life figured out. I was going to graduate, go to college, and have a great career. None of my plans included marriage. I thought I would never find someone, mainly because no one had ever been interested in me. At least, that’s what it seemed like. I had crushes, and had even asked a boy or two out, but I was always rejected.

This was something that I kept to myself. Nobody knew my deepest fear about my future. Then, one night in December 1997, I had a dream that changed my outlook.

I was walking aboard a Navy ship with my grandpa. He was showing me around and talking to me about my worries of being alone. He said I needed to let go of the idea that I would be alone because he knew I would have love in my life. We stopped in a room where a sailor was standing with his back toward us. All I could see of him was that he was tall and had dark hair.

“Here, sweetheart,” my grandpa said. “This is the man you will marry. He will love you more than you know. Please do not worry anymore. You are going to be okay.”

I woke up after that to the sound of my sister sobbing downstairs. A chill passed through me, and I knew something terrible had happened. I rushed downstairs, worried that something had happened to my sister’s disabled son. I was relieved to see him lying in his crib, just fine, but I turned into the living room to see my family gathered. They all wore sad expressions. The grandfather I had just dreamt about had died.

I didn’t want to believe it. I had just seen him a few days earlier. He was healthy and happy. He had just married a few months before, after a long time of being alone after my grandmother had passed away.

My dad told us that it seemed like Grandpa knew his time had come that morning. He had woken up, kissed his new wife, told her he loved her, retrieved his temple clothes from his closet, and laid them out. Then he lay back down and passed soon afterward.

I would also come to learn that I was not the only one who had dreamt of him the night before. I knew then that my dream was him saying goodbye.

Four years later, I was in a much better place. I had more confidence. I no longer worried about being alone, even though I thought marriage was a long way off. I had had a few relationships by then and knew I would find the right man when the time was right. I was preparing to attend school in California. I had also just started to speak regularly to a new guy friend on the phone. He had just re-enlisted in the Navy. Our conversations grew into a long-distance relationship.

In November 2002, I married that friend. Shortly after I did, I was telling him about how I wished he could have met my grandpa. Talking about him reminded me of the dream I had the morning he passed away. I cried, not because I was sad, but because I realized the dream was not just a goodbye. My grandpa had shown me my future husband after all.

~M.D. Krider

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