This morning I woke up hearing Amanda calling me. What makes this unique is it's the 2nd time this has happened, the last time at home, this time at the Wesley. I was sleeping on the couch and hear Amanda. I don't know how to explain how it sounded other than she was right there but far away. "Mama....mama..........mama!" I woke up and looked around, listened for anything to explain what I heard. Nothing. The only other occurrence I can liken it to is the night my mom passed. I had been sleeping and in the middle of another dream when everything in my dream went black and I heard my mom calling out to me. Then, too, she sounded like she was right there but far away.
A second strange thing happened today. I was at the coffee maker getting coffee when the screen on my phone went on, on my pictures and was the picture of the back of my new shirt that said, "The hardest thing I ever heard was that my child died. The hardest thing I've ever done is live every day since then." I love you and miss you, too, Amanda.
I love that you are open to these beautiful messages, Shelly. I love you.
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