Feeling her hold my hand

๐™๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™š ๐™ข๐™ž๐™จ๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ช๐™จ.

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. 

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