Did you ever have a dream that was so wonderful, when you woke you were sorry, it ended?  I had that kind of dream last night. A dream that felt so real and comfortable.  A dream I wished, would repeat itself, like the movie, Groundhog Day.

I wasn’t sure if I should write about my experience, but after much thought, and prayer, I decided I had to.

                             Breakfast In Heaven

Last night I had a dream about heaven. It all started with me sitting at my dining room table working on a story. I remember turning around looking at pictures of my mother, father, my sister, an aunt and uncle, and my grandparents.

As I turned back to my computer, I wasn’t in my dining room anymore.  I was still sitting at my table. However, I wasn’t alone.  Let me set the scene.

My oval walnut table was now sitting in the middle of the most beautiful flower garden. There red, yellow, and pink tulips, tiny miniature roses, white daisies with yellow centers and large purple peonies. There were flowers as far as the eye could see.

The sky was a cornflower blue with white fluffy clouds floating by. I could hear water running; soothing to hear but out of sight.  Every bird imaginable filled the trees singing their songs that sounded like little prayers. The trees sported bright colors dotting the branches, with wings flapping here and there.

I need to mention, the table, my table, was set for breakfast with coffee cups, dishes filled with food, and beautiful flowers adorning the center.

Then I heard a voice, a very familiar voice; my mother’s voice. I remember looking over and there she was just like she was in her younger years. Her hair was not salt and pepper, her soft blue eyes sparkled, and she wore no glasses. Next to her sat my sister, her short dark brown hair was thick, her glasses were gone, and she looked whole and healthy. Right next to her sat my dad with his suspenders, thick hair, mischievous brown eyes, and he had his teeth.

To his right was my aunt, Louella. She looked so good; happy and healthy. Her hair was done nicely just like it always had when she was here on earth. Next to aunt Louella, was uncle Dicky. He looked great. He smiled with his eyes and looked like he did when he walked his dog, Tina on that hot summer day so long ago.

 The last two sitting at my table were my grandparents, Mary and Amzi. Both of my grandparents looked like they did at a much younger age. I had never met my grandfather but could feel the love he had for his family including me.

In my dream, I got up and went to each one, hugged and kissed them. I can still feel their hugs and lips on my cheek.

 After I sat down, they told how happy they were in heaven. I cannot express the pure happiness I saw on their faces. My eyes locked with each of them. I had craved to hear their voices and hung on to each word. It was as if we had never parted.

Then Mom said, ” Everything will be okay.” Dad echoed it then everyone sitting around the table repeated the same message.  At that moment I woke up. My husband was shaking me and was calling my name. He said I was crying.  I did not sleep much for the rest of the night. My dream felt so real as If I actually took a trip to heaven.  This morning and throughout the day, I thought about the dream that filled me with a beautiful peace.

Although I have many aunts, uncles, and cousins who live in heaven, those sitting around my table surrounded by the most beautiful garden, and heavenly blue sky, wanted me to know they are not far away. In my dream, I could feel their love floating to me and around me. And for that short time, my heart was happy.

Dear Readers,

Two years ago, close to this time of the year, my parents came to me in a dream with the same message; that everything would be okay. It was a time when both my sister, Donna and I were facing surgeries.  My sister, Emma passed on January 26th. We miss her and love her very much. Love never dies, and I know that we will all be together one day. I will always remember the dream that once again connected me to my loved ones.  God works in mysterious ways including a dream to bring us peace and hope.

Published by cynthiajeandeluca

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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