This topic touches my heart and soul... and brings me tears of joy and memories. My father has been gone since 1977 and my mother since 1985. Not a day goes by without my thinking of them. I must say that I am a dreamer... and I do get to see and spend time with one or both in my sleep. Often, I wake up and remember vividly what transpired during my sleep. Other times I awake frustrated that I can't remember... but comforted because I know we were together.
I was in my mid twenties when my mom became sick and she only lasted a year after her diagnosis with cancer. I wish I had talked to her about her illness, her fears, her hopes, her dreams and her prayers. I wish I could have encouraged her to talk about her feelings and maybe it would have comforted us both. Today, I have tremendous faith and wish I had, at the time, been able to share with her my belief that she was really about to start a new beginning rather than an ending.