Originally posted by TheTruthAboutLife
Once again I thank everyone for their feedback, and similar stories are very much appreciated as I need anything possible to relate.
Anyways, keep it coming guys I appreciate all those who understand.
Ay Thetruthaboutlife, I am sorry to hear about your mom, and i understand what you are going through because my mother passed away 3 yrs. ago in Oct.
'05 when i was 31 and we were very close, i was mommy's boy!
But i have a story for you that will hopefully give you some hope, and i think it will because it did exactely that for me....
Back in 1991 when i was 16 my grandfather from my fathers side passed away and i was absolutely devistated, because he and i were very, very close,
out of his 16 grandchildren i was by far the closest with him.
He was a great man that always put family first, a mans man that was quick with a joke and always had a good answer for any sittuation that life threw
at our family, he was a retired Philly police officer, WWII vet, and i really loved the guy!
When he passed when i was 16, it was the first signifigant loss of my life and i was torn up horribly inside and could not sleep hardly at all for
the next two weeks afterwards. I was drinking heavily, cursing God and lost all faith in everything i once believed that happened after we die.
At that time (two weeks after his death) one night, i layed my head down and finally fell asleep without even realizing it, and that night something
happened that would change my outlook, restore my faith in there being something after death, and give me peace.
I had a dream that night, but not your average or normal feeling dream, no, this one was much more clear, it was as clear as the clearest day.
In this dream i was suddenly playing stick ball in South Philadelphia (where i am from) in an alley behind row houses with my grandpop, but heres the
kicker, we are both twelve yrs. old and wearing little jeff caps and knickers (pants) like they did in the 1920's and 30's when my grandpop was a
kid, it was the old days in my nieborhood, and it was absolutely real, i could see it, hear it, and smell it!
So, as we are hitting the ball up against the back of the row home (grandpop pitching and me at bat) a woman hollars out at us with a deep authoritive
voice: " You boys betta stop hittin dat ball up against my house or your gonna get it"!!
Well being 12 yr. olds and being so happy that we were together again, we hit the ball again, and almost immediately the door swung open and this
broad shouldered, heavy set, strong looking, dark haired, blueyed woman comes storming out and said: "I told you boys" and started swingin away with
a broom like Babe Ruth and we immediately took off running and laughing.
Next thing you know we were in a pub in the industrial part of my nieborhood with a bunch of workmen, there was a slot machine by the door, so we
pulled the handle and jackpot! A bunch of gold coins started pouring out all over the place, so we took off our jeff caps and started to fill them
with the gold coins, all the while laughing and cheering with excitement until we heard from behind us "hey you kids can't take that!" And we
looked and it was a man in a suit with one of those dixieland musician hats on (you know the ones that are white with a flat top and a red band around
the center) so we immediatelly took off running outside through an old lot with the man in pursuit and gaining on us until we through the gold in the
air, up and behind us, causing the man to throw his arms up over his head in deffense and the dream then ended.
But this was not the end
of the story! Continued next!
[edit on 2-12-2008 by damdevildog]