Icanmanz
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This is in memory to my dear son Rudy, as many of you know, he passed on this day at 5:50 pm, on a Sunday. I still miss him a lot. I see him only in my dreams. Thank God for that! I have poured my heart out time and time again on this forum, so I am sure many of you already know what I have been through. My previous posts tells it all.
I would like to share a dream that I had of my son this past Friday night. I drove over to my son, Shannon's house with a heavy heart. I wanted to be near a son, and Shannon is all I have left. I spent the night with them. The night that I stayed with them I had a dream of Rudy. I dreamed that I was in bed, and I saw my son coming into my bedroom. He asked me if he could lay down with me, and I said, "Sure, go ahead. I don't mind." He climbed in bed, I had my back to him, and then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and he said to me, "Mom, there is something that I need to tell you. I'd like for you to know that you were such a good mom to me, and I love you a lot. I want you to know that I love you." I turned to him, and told him I loved him. too. Then he took my hand, and placed it close to his neck, and I felt a lump there. I asked him if it hurt. He told me it was part of the illness that he had, and that it was not hurting anymore. He told me the pain was gone. I woke up, wondering why I was having such dream! I went back to sleep, and thought to myself, "Only a dream." Oh, I forgot to mention, in this dream Rudy appeared to be in his late teens or twenties.
Went back to sleep, and started to dream of him again, and it was taking place in the same house, except that he was 8 or 9 years old in this dream. I dreamed that my brother, his favorite uncle and God Parent was in the hallway, dressed to go to work. Rudy asked him, aren't you staying home with us today? My brother told him he had to go to work, and would be back later. Then he asked my brother if he could climb in bed with his Aunt Mary, my bro said yeah. So off he went, jumped in bed. Again, I woke up, and said to myself, "Another dream, but strange!"
Went back to sleep, and had a third dream of Rudy again, and in the same house! This time my Mom (deceased) was sitting on her bed, my 2 sisters and I were standing around Rudy (looked to be 8 yrs). He was the center of attraction, he was so happy. He was so excited as he was telling us how beautiful it was where he went, and had to go back. He told us that he could not stay with us, and had to go back. He walked up to me, and hugged me, and told me,"Promise me one thing Mom, that you will write to me in heaven, you don't have to know the address, I will get it." His heart was beating fast, and I asked him why, he told me he was happy because he was going back Home. I woke up, said a prayer to my son, and thanked him and our Father for letting me know he is okay. I strongly believe in dreams.
This is for my son:
THE BROKEN CHAIN
We little knew that afternoon that God was going to call your name,
I life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you Home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is till our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems to be the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
Love.........Mom, Dad, and Shannon
Missing you! It is now 5:00 pm dear. In about 50 minutes it will mark the very day!
I would like to share a dream that I had of my son this past Friday night. I drove over to my son, Shannon's house with a heavy heart. I wanted to be near a son, and Shannon is all I have left. I spent the night with them. The night that I stayed with them I had a dream of Rudy. I dreamed that I was in bed, and I saw my son coming into my bedroom. He asked me if he could lay down with me, and I said, "Sure, go ahead. I don't mind." He climbed in bed, I had my back to him, and then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and he said to me, "Mom, there is something that I need to tell you. I'd like for you to know that you were such a good mom to me, and I love you a lot. I want you to know that I love you." I turned to him, and told him I loved him. too. Then he took my hand, and placed it close to his neck, and I felt a lump there. I asked him if it hurt. He told me it was part of the illness that he had, and that it was not hurting anymore. He told me the pain was gone. I woke up, wondering why I was having such dream! I went back to sleep, and thought to myself, "Only a dream." Oh, I forgot to mention, in this dream Rudy appeared to be in his late teens or twenties.
Went back to sleep, and started to dream of him again, and it was taking place in the same house, except that he was 8 or 9 years old in this dream. I dreamed that my brother, his favorite uncle and God Parent was in the hallway, dressed to go to work. Rudy asked him, aren't you staying home with us today? My brother told him he had to go to work, and would be back later. Then he asked my brother if he could climb in bed with his Aunt Mary, my bro said yeah. So off he went, jumped in bed. Again, I woke up, and said to myself, "Another dream, but strange!"
Went back to sleep, and had a third dream of Rudy again, and in the same house! This time my Mom (deceased) was sitting on her bed, my 2 sisters and I were standing around Rudy (looked to be 8 yrs). He was the center of attraction, he was so happy. He was so excited as he was telling us how beautiful it was where he went, and had to go back. He told us that he could not stay with us, and had to go back. He walked up to me, and hugged me, and told me,"Promise me one thing Mom, that you will write to me in heaven, you don't have to know the address, I will get it." His heart was beating fast, and I asked him why, he told me he was happy because he was going back Home. I woke up, said a prayer to my son, and thanked him and our Father for letting me know he is okay. I strongly believe in dreams.
This is for my son:
THE BROKEN CHAIN
We little knew that afternoon that God was going to call your name,
I life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you Home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is till our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems to be the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
Love.........Mom, Dad, and Shannon
Missing you! It is now 5:00 pm dear. In about 50 minutes it will mark the very day!