I had a dream a couple of months ago. It was the first time I had dreamed about my dad since he passed away in July. The fact that I was not dreaming about him bothered me because the thought of him hasn’t really left my mind, so why – - when I was sleeping, was I not thinking about him?!?
This dream was exceptionally vivid. He was dancing with my mom. It wasn’t a long dream, in fact, it was a pretty quick clip. But it was clear as could be. He as happy, he was healthy (he had ALS so dancing was not something he was capable of doing for years), and he was clearly head over heels in love with my mom. When I woke up that morning, I had the most incredible feeling of peace. In the book The Secret, there’s a part that says when the dead visit you, you remember it as a dream. I’ve always liked that idea. I’ve also heard some people’s version of heaven as the happiest place you’ve ever been. I’m one of those that subscribe to that way of thinking. It is a combination of those two thoughts that I’d like to attribute to that dream. It was my dad letting me know that he is dancing with my mom — that is his heaven. This gives me comfort because my mom is still alive. Kind of like the last episode of the series Lost… everyone heaven (or limbo or whatever their reality was) was made up of the people important to them — regardless of whether those supporting players were alive or dead. Last night on an episode of Desperate Housewives (are you seeing a theme here? Yes – I watch a LOT of TV), Susan Delfino says that her newly departed husband Mike “is in a better place. He is having hamburgers with his family, fishing at a waterfall, watching football with his son.”
Why do I mention all of these things? Today, the last day of winter… is a new beginning. I want to be conscious of creating those moments of “heaven” right here on earth. I’m sure as I think about it, those moments will include family– but what other moments? Sitting at the water at dusk? The morning I woke up early on our Mediterranean cruise to see the lone fisherman off the coast of Italy?
I am SO excited by this thought that I’ve actually put it to print — the first time I’ve blogged in a year. It’s a new beginning.. I have a purpose.
Looking for those heaven worthy moments. What is your idea of heaven?