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ONE MORE DAY —A MAGICAL STORY (Pt. 4 of 4)

Written by Rae Ann Norell on . Posted in Blog

I said to my son, “After you died, I read everything I could about near-death experiences and wondered.”

                “Over the next few weeks I was there by your side,” David continued. “ I was standing by you when you visited me at the funeral home. I wept along with you, and wanted to comfort you and say I was okay. I was at the memorial service, and couldn’t believe there were over 400 people there. I was honored at what all my friends were saying.

Climax Wave016“After I got to the other side, it took some time of grieving and adjustment, but as I said, with the kayaking and with family and friends, I’m happy now. Time passes more quickly where I am.

                “I was bummed when I found out my heart diagnosis, bummed that the doctors couldn’t figure it out. If I had known I wouldn’t have gone on the triathlon that day, but I would have kept kayaking.”

                I cried as David told me his story. We drove back down the hill and walked into my house. It was 6 p.m.

                “I have to go now, Mom. But I want you to know, when you come I will be the first to greet you and walk you to the other side. For me, as I said, the time will fly much more quickly than it will for you.”

                “David, you don’t know how much this visit means to me. It has confirmed my belief that we will be reunited someday.”

                “We will Mom. It was so great seeing you.” We gave each other another long hug.

                “I’m going now mom. I’ll see you soon. Try not to be sad. I love you.”

                “I’m glad you’re happy. I love you so much David. I can’t wait to be with you again.”

                David stood up, and in a flash he was gone. But my heart was happier than it had been in the last eight years. My hope was confirmed.

One More Day- A Magical Story: Part 1 of 4

Written by Rae Ann Norell on . Posted in Blog

Taken 1/2 mile be fore he died.  Photo by K. Johnson, for Idaho Statesman.

My son. Taken 1/2 mile be fore he died. Photo by K. Jones, for Idaho Statesman.

I have recorded dreams about my son David since he died in 2004. Lately, I’ve been concerned that my dreams have dwindled quite a bit. However two weeks ago I was blessed with a vivid dream. I walked into the living room, and David was sitting on my couch, wearing his black Revolution tee shirt. “Hi, Mom,” he said. I was so happy to see him. Surprisingly, I had the same dream two more times in the next few days. I was happy, thinking this was a visitation dream, what some consider to be a type of dream where our loved ones who have passed on visit us in our sleep and talk to us, as opposed to a regular dream.

                A few mornings later, after having showered and dressed, I walked into the living room. There on the couch was David in his Revolution tee shirt and blue jeans! I gasped loudly and fell to the floor, my heart pounding in my chest. Was I dreaming? David said, “Mom, don’t be scared. It’s me, you aren’t dreaming. I was given permission to visit you for a day.”

                I was crying and couldn’t get off the floor. David walked over, knealt down and helped me to my feet. He was real. His physical presence was solid. We hugged a long time while I wept on David’s shoulder. He cried too, although he tried to hide it from me.

                After what seemed like an hour, when my heart beat returned to almost normal, we sat down on the couch. “I can’t believe this, “ I said. “I’ve hoped and prayed for this for eight years, but knew if I did see you I’d be scared and might have a heart attack.”

                “I know it’s shocking,” he said. “I tried to give you a heads up about this visit in your dreams. I couldn’t email or call you in advance,” he laughed.

                “I got the dreams,” I said. “I remember the only other time I had a prophetic dream, it came in a group of three dreams. I was 10 and my cat had been missing for a week. We assumed she was dead. I dreamed three times that the cat woke me up when she hopped on my bed. One morning she really did hop on my bed. How long can you stay?” I asked.

                “About twelve hours. No one else can see me on this visit, so I’ll have to go before Howard gets home.”

To be continued……….