Feeling her hold my hand

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙨.

For me, one of those things is the comfort and love infused with a small touch or hug. My mom used to love to hold my hand, even when I was a grown adult. And several of these times replayed in my head after she passed away. I began to see the preciousness in what had seemed so simple. And I began to more deeply miss her hugs and hand on mine.

In one of the many dream visits I had with my mom in the years following her death, I not only experienced her loving presence in the dream, but it stayed with me for several seconds after I woke up. In the dream, we had met in some middle place between heaven and earth, a very bright and beautiful place.

When it was nearing the end of our visit, my mom took my hand in hers and held it tightly. I felt her love powerfully. As I woke up, I could feel myself slowly moving between sleep and waking, all the while feeling my mom’s hand holding mine. 

And for a few seconds after I was fully awake, the feel of her hand, and her loving energy, remained with me.