The funny thing is, earlier in the night I was telling a very comforting friend how truly sad I was. My every thought of Angela was making me want to cry. My every thought in life and sleep was cocooning me in the urge to cry. I was beginning to feel as if I were smothering...drowning. All I could see was tears. All I could dream were tears and I was crying so hard in my dreams to where my body shook, uncontrollably. Like a toddler who couldn't catch his breath after his wish wasn't met and his little heart was breaking. It was beginning to get worse with each passing moment. And then I felt the laughter. All day.
*On a humerous note: After Angela's passing, our baby sister Pansy found Angela had placed the pictures of herself on her camera.
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Love these pics of Aunt Angela. They show exactly how silly she actually was.
Too true.
That dream, in my opinion, was a visit from Angela. She wants you to laugh and let go of the sadness. When my mother-in-law died (we were close) she actually came to me visually and showed me she was whole and well again. She was happy. I think, in her way, that's what Angela was telling you. It likely won't happen again. She will continue to move on, now.
Thanks, Yvonne. I feel better knowing she is happy. This feeling helped me a lot.
It's always good to remember the laughter and the silliness. So much better than the alternative. :)
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