posted on Mar, 30 2013 @ 05:41 PM
I had a similar visit from my brother after he passed. He was 29 & it's been 19 years. He was in the hospital in Albuquerque, NM, I was sitting in
the airport in St Louis waiting to fly out, my mother had called in the middle of the night telling me to get out there asap as they knew he wouldn't
make it through the night. While waiting at the ticket counter I was paged to pick up a house phone. It was my mother telling me that he had passed.
Several months later he came to me in a dream. I was walking through the proverbial "white tunnel", someone was walking with me & all I could see
was their "Jesus" sandals but at the end of the tunnel was my brother. I burst into tears, hugged him & said, "I love you bubbie", he said, "I
love you baby sister" & I woke up, in tears. I swear it was as real as my youngest son, my brothers namesake, is right now in the next room. My
brother always called me "baby sister" & I've only ever told one person about this. The weird thing is that, at the time, I was working in a
battered womens shelter & about a month after the "dream" my mother brought me stack of magazines to take to the ladies in the shelter, in bold
print on the cover of one of the magazines was the name of one of the articles inside, "When deceased relatives visit us in dreams". I want to say
it was a copy of Women's Day or something along those lines.