December 8 2023 is one.
The day my dad took his last breath.
I never imagined I’d hear it but I did.
It was labored. In hospice. It was the “death rattle”.
It was late. He’d been in hospice for a night.
I know now that he’d been in transit before he’d gotten there.
In transit between the energy that is this life and the energy that is the “afterlife”.
Whatever that means.
The other is Memorial Day. 30 years ago.
When my twin, Bobby, took his last breath.
It was devastating to my family.
I had been dreaming of it for years before.
As kids, I kept a dream journal and I liked to regale my family of my dreams as they happened.
My brother always chastised me for it.
He said when I started a sentence with “in my dream”…..
People lost interest. He lost interest.
How apt though.
My dreams were mostly about him leaving this existence.
There are more that I can’t place the date.
My aunt Sally. My mom’s older sister. When she died, before we were told, I had a dream that she came to me. She said goodbye and that she had to make more stops before she left.
I remember waking up that day and wanting to hug my mom. Her little sister.
Like my grandfather, Placido.
Or my grandmother Carmen.
Others too.
Isn’t life amazing!