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I been thinking about my mom lately. It’s coimg up on the year anniversary when she died. I had several opportunities to see her as she visits me in my dreams.
Last evening as a slept, I dreamed of the phone ringing. My youngest daughter answered it and yelled for me to pick up, “Sounds like Grandma,” she said.
I picked up the phone ecstatic to hear my mother’s voice. It really was her. I asked her where she was and how was she able to call.
I am at the edge of the earth’s atmosphere. It is so wonderful to hear your voice. Tell Phil and Julie that I can hear them and everyone else as well.
By this time, I was awake. I am not dreaming. I am thinking to myself that I am actually talking to my mother. This was different than the other dreams that I had about her. As I woke up, the connection was lost. Nothing but pure static.
