Grandma Visiting Me In My Dreams

Hello Pandj,

I enjoyed reading your post and really loved reading the YGS members comments.

Do you think your grandma was actually in the room and not in your dream? The way you describe her visits, it seems like she might have been in the room.

I'm sorry you miss her so much.

As AugustaM says, 'love is eternal'. I agree.

Look forward to more posts from you.

Best wishes
Miandra
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Thank you all for your lovely comments and stories. I was a little surprised when I logged in and saw them, I didn't think anyone would actually to read it lol. It means a lot ❤️

Hi Pbandj,

Welcome to YGS (I love your username). You experienced what I and many people call a 'visitation dream'. A visitation dream feels very different from a random, nonsensical dream. You remember small details and emotions years later. Oftentimes, your deceased loved one will suddenly appear in the dream out of nowhere with messages of love and reassurance.

I've been lucky enough to have a few visitation dreams from my mother who passed almost 17 years ago. It's very healing and validating. ❤

Thanks for sharing a lovely account. 😊

Dee

I lost my grandparents when I was quite young as well. I reference them so often on this forum and my first and second submissions refer to them. I fully believe that death can't beat love - if someone who loves you very much passes on, they are never fully gone from you - they'll be just over your shoulder all your life though you may only get actual contact from them once in a long while and, for some, maybe not at all.

I always liked the ancient Roman tradition of maintaining a private household shrine with not only images of household gods but most importantly images of ancestors and remembrances of them. I always found that beautiful and, personally, quite meaningful.

I have not "seen" my grandparents since the morning of my grandfather's passing but little "coincidences" along the line show they're around. The closest I have come to a physical paranormal experience with them was when I visited their grave for the first time. I was deemed too young to go to the funeral when they passed and, as it was 9 hours away, and my mother always felt too emotional to take me - it was 2012 before I was able to go. My husband came with me. The graveyard is an old one and climbs up the side of a mountain. It was October and snow flurries had begun to fall soon as we passed beneath the gates. I was entirely unprepared for the weather and freezing so after searching together for twenty minutes to no avail, we decided to split up. As he walked away, I stood there gathering myself for a moment as I had started to fear that we might not find them or that we were in the wrong cemetery. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep frigid breath and it was as though something latched onto me. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see my husband anywhere but I knew exactly where to go. I climbed up the hill, around several larger monuments and trees with a complete though utterly bewildering sense of confidence. And there they were, two pillow markers flush to the earth, nearly impossible to see unless you were standing right above them. My knees went out from under me. I dropped between them and just balled - I had no idea how much I had been bottling back for twenty two years. I cried wracking uncontrollable torrents for fifteen minutes then through my sniffles and hiccups, told them everything about my life. It truly felt like they were standing right there. I could feel warmth "standing" on either side of me. When I had finally done and gotten myself together, I started to stand to say my goodbyes and only then did my husband find us. I think they wanted their own moment with me.

I don't think your grandmother is ever more than a breath away from you nor do I think she would ever truly feel that you had truly forgotten her- love is eternal ❤

Hi, Pbandj -

Thanks for sharing your story with us. I'm very sorry for the loss of your grandmother. I'm sure the timing of your dreams are perfect. They will happen when you need comfort, or going through an important milestone, and yes, even to make sure we don't forget them.

I lost my father when my children were very young. All three were very close to him. I had a conversation with my son one day that made me very sad. He told me that he doesn't remember what his granpa's voice sounded like anymore. He said that he was trying very hard not to forget but it was becoming more difficult. A few days later he came to me and told me that he had a dream that my dad came to visit and that they had a long talk and a couple of laughs. My son told me "mom I remember his voice now and I remember how he use to laugh". He was so happy.

😁