Yesterday I received a call from my 100-year-old aunt, Amy.
She is the sweetest thing.
A couple thoughts come to mind when that phone rings and I see her number. One is “Uhh, no matter what is going on - ANSWER IT!” The other is “I bet this is about one of her recent dreams.” We like to share our dreams we have about our family members, especially those who have passed on. And as she consistently reminds me, everyone from her childhood has indeed passed on. One of them includes her brother … my father.
Yesterday after answering the phone, she went straight to the point. Yes, she had a dream. This one wasn’t about my dad, but rather it was about HER dad.
She reminded me that she and her father did not have a good relationship. In fact, she grew up with the thought, “Why does my father not like me?”
Oh, she had a couple theories. One was that she wasn’t as good of a golfer as her sister. Another was that her birth marked the end of the supplemental income that her mother would bring in. Whatever the case, she had a lifetime of discord and distance with her dad.
Ever since 1973, the year my grandfather passed, since Amy was 49 years old, she said she carried this pain and resentment. She said, “I was never mean, but I’ve always been mad.”
Well, I guess it’s lucky that time is a construct of the mind and can be molded in malleable ways ... especially in those etheric realms. For it would be 51 years later, within this Thursday morning dream that her father would return to her.
Amy and her father were both on a golf course, interestingly enough.
He approached and simply looked at her and said, “I am sorry for the way that I treated you.” He then gave his daughter a long and loving hug.
Hearing of this moving dream, I asked Amy how she felt. “Relief! I don’t have to be mad at him anymore.”
She said it with a smile.
And I imagine she said it with a heart healed through the everlasting eternal love that does exist between family members, soul tribes, and in this case a father and a daughter.
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