Did you ever have a dream that seemed as real as the day is long? This story is about a dream; a dream I dreamed over twenty-four years ago, a dream that came to mind today for some unknown reason. In fact, it was like a familiar story playing over and over in my mind. Now, this might sound strange, but when an idea, a memory, words of scripture, music from a stuffed bear, a red cardinal, and yes, even a dream nudges me enough, I know in my heart that I need to write about it.
Let me start from the beginning…
Today started like any other day, coffee, reading my devotional, then the newspaper, and tieing it all together with Good Morning America. However, something just seemed to be a little off, and I could not put my finger on it.
My husband Rick went off to do a few errands, and I decided to house clean my bathroom. As I gathered my cleaning supplies and walked up the sixteen steps to the second floor, an overwhelming need to pray came over me. I knelt by my bed and prayed for those who were ill, the homeless, my family and friends, and for my loved ones in heaven. It wasn’t but a couple of minutes later when the dream reel started in my head. It was a dream I had about two months after my first husband passed away.
For some unknown reason, I was at the Nazareth High School football field. It was early evening, just as the sun was starting to make its descent. As I stood to wonder why I was there, I noticed straight across from me, on the other side of the field, was my late husband. I called his name. He looked over and waved. I shouted his name and asked him to wait for me. I tried to run around to him, but my legs would only let me walk. It looked like he was waiting for me, however, when I got to the spot where he was standing, he was gone. As I looked around, he was directly across from me on the other side of the field. He looked up again and waved. This kept happening, throughout the whole dream. Then as the sun was almost ready to slip away, he turned waved and disappeared.
I asked myself, why did this dream pop up today, twenty-four years after the original night it occurred?
When I had my lunch, sitting on my sofa, listening to the details of the upcoming storm, I glanced out my patio door and there, not two feet away, sitting on the decorative wooden ball on top of the deck railing, was the most prominent, reddest, cardinal. He was in his glory moving his head from side to side. Then with his orange and yellow beak straight out, he moved his head, so his eyes were looking right at me. Then like a hummingbird, he was gone in a flash.
A little over five years ago, after my mother passed, a little-stuffed bear with a tiny music box played without its paw being pressed. Today, as I walked through the dining room, it played again. It took me by surprise. I need to tell you that before Mom stopped talking, and while she was somewhat well, she sat at my dining room table and sang, ” Jingle Bells and Silent Night.”
After her death, my husband was the first to hear the muffled sound. When he told me about it, I honestly thought it was just a car with its radio playing a little loud. Then about three days later, I heard it and followed the sound. It was the bear. The same bear I heard today. The first time the music was heard, was on Christmas night 2013. What we heard then and what I heard today was, ” Jingle Bells.”
It gets stranger…
Today, at the very moment that I heard the bear, an image of my mother from another dream in January of 2017, popped into my head. I saw my mother as plain as day, holding my hand saying, ” Everything will be okay.”
As much as I loved the vision of my late husband, the cardinal, and my mother along with hearing the music. I am perplexed as to why this happened. A big part of me wants to think that they were messages from heaven. A part of me wonders why today?
I want you to know dear readers, how important it is to cherish our loved ones while they are still with us. It doesn’t matter if it is your spouse, your parents, children, family or friends. Respecting them all with kind and loving words, and spending time with them is essential. God knows your heart and so do our loved ones in heaven.
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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