Spirit Stories: In Your Own Words

My Mother died in 1983 at the age of eighty-eight. We were always quite close and I missed her a great deal after she was gone.

There were many times when I was cooking, especially holiday meals or baking, which she liked to do, that I could feel her presence. Often I would have interactive dreams with her. After she had died she appeared in one dream that seemed so real I was positive she had visited me. In that dream I was in my kitchen. I turned around and saw her sitting by my kitchen table. I asked her what she was doing here because she had died. She stated, " you don't really die you know." I asked her if I could touch her to see if she was really there. She said, "sure" and I walked over to her and touched her arm. I said to her, "Mom you really are here," and she smiled and was gone.

About four years ago I was having a very frustrating day. Our new puppy ran out of the yard and I was running all over chasing her. Others things were bothering me so I put the puppy in her pen and decided to go for a walk. On the walking path I started talking to my Mother telling her about my frustrations. I rambled on for a while and then thought to myself, whom am I kidding! She is not listening, probably is not even here and maybe has never been nearby.

As I am clipping along muttering to myself I looked down on the ground and saw something shiny in the dirt. I picked up the object and saw it was a dog tag. I turned the tag over and the name on it was Rosie.

My mother's name was Rose.