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04
Jul 2010
3:57 AM EST
   

Talking to my Mom

�� I talked to her. I talked to my Mom. She died in February and I have had dreams about her but not like this. I said I keep forgetting you're not here. She said it's OK. I said I wanted to tell you something. Then I thought I should ask her some questions. I said can you see everybody? She said, "Just you guys." �I wanted to ask her if she saw God but then I said "Why are you unhappy?" Because she was breathing hard and wasn't smiling or anything. She said "I'm not unhappy" "There's no words." "I am trying to keep them for Sean." So it's hard to talk to us, I said. She nods her head, yes. I got the impression that the way we communicate is different than how they do and it's VERY hard for them to "talk to us". �I sobbed and sobbed after I �woke up and wrote this all down. Not out of joy. Out of hysteria. That's the only way I can describe it. I tried to tell my husband that this was not like a dream, that I really spoke to her. He believes me as much as he can without having experienced it himself. I am sort of angry that he can't. I am overwhelmed with what this means to me. I was never convinced that there is an afterlife. Until now. ��
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