“Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.” – Unknown
The other night, I had a dream about my grandmother – who passed away in November of 2005.
My wife and I were browsing through what appeared to be an antique store in a quaint little town, and my grandmother apparently worked there. While my grandmother did work in retail towards the latter half of her life, it certainly wasn’t an antique store.
She was fluttering about the store, acknowledging our presence with a smile each and every time she passed us, which was quiet often.
Finally, her movement stopped – standing in one of the display windows where she was stringing a bunch of multi-colored mini-lights on a Christmas tree. Interesting, since it looked like a beautiful spring day outside.
The three of us laughed and talked for a while as she continued decorating the tree – interrupted by one of her good friends who made a point of telling her, “Aggie, you’re doing it wrong.”
And then I woke up.
I’ll admit the dream was a little odd. But it’s not uncommon for me to have dreams about my grandmother. It’s my belief that when I do, she’s telling me hello – reminding me that she’s still watching over me.
Though my grandmother’s been gone for almost 13 years now, I’m happy to say that she still lives on in my home – a place she never had the opportunity to visit. How you might ask?
In the stories and the memories my wife and I share on birthdays, holidays and just about any day.
You see, it’s our memories of loved ones that keep them alive and provide their legacy with meaning.
I love this quote from the book, The Crow:
“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.” – Authors James O’Barr
While I wish my grandmother were here to share in my life today, I know that as long as I keep remembering, she’s never really all that far.