Field of Dreams

Today has been an incredible day of awareness and much discussion with several of you about a dream that I had about your Grandma Betty McIntire recently. She and I were very closely bonded in life. It was a very difficult task for me to move forward without her physically here on earth. I missed her greatly and had her in my mind and thoughts for a very long time. I remember our many visits. I felt like she was imparting her wisdom and wanted me to know all that I needed to teach my children while she was alive. Yet, I felt she continued from the other side of the veil for as long as I was raising my children. Then as time progressed I did not seem to feel she was as close as she was in those immediate ensuing years as the children grew and left home. For example, just last week I had the thought in my mind that very idea. I asked myself, “Did my mother-in-law still watch over me and help me with my children and grandchildren?” I would soon find the answer rather unexpectedly.

I had the most incredible dream where she came to visit and we talked for a very long time. She came to visit ( in my “dream”) as I had some of my children over for a Sunday afternoon. I seemed to be in my own home and saw the grandchildren in the living room sitting and talking to each other. I saw some of their other grandparents at the same time. I noticed that when I saw her come in, she was wearing a lovely dress and had some flowers, a beautiful bouquet of lilies that looked like trumpets along with a square box in her arms. She gave me a hug that I had longed to feel and hear her voice. She began talking and looked at me in the eyes. We stood in the hall and were facing the living room and watched the children through the door. I turned to her and commented how cute one of the grandchildren was who was sitting on Great-Grandpa McIntire’s lap. I felt him walk by and just smile at me and sat on an overstuffed chair with one of the grandchildren talking to him. It was such a sweet symbol, having a great-grandpa right there even if for only a few moments. It felt like the bonds of love transcended from beyond the veil in that room.

Grandma and I continued to talk over what was going on in the living room with the family gathered there. I suddenly realized I was the only one that knew they were both there who could see and hear them. Then it was time for them to leave. I walked out with her to bid her farewell. We walked down the stairs from the house to the front. We then walked around the side of the house [on a corner] and walked onto the sidewalk. She again said she had to go, we said our goodbyes; so I mentally decided I was going to watch her walk away from me and out of curiosity I would see what occurred. She walked about twenty feet past me. I watched her as she faded into nothing, and then she was gone. I recalled in my mind’s eye how the baseball players in “Field of Dreams,” faded into the corn field just like she did. Poof, and she was gone!

The overall message that I gleaned from this entire experience is that yes, Betty and Mack, i.e. Grandma and Grandpa McIntire continue to be in our midst. They are there and we sometimes are oblivious and unaware of their constant presence, much like I know my own parents are in our midst. How could they not be? There influence and love for us is constant. They must act as angels giving us encouragement when down, or to cheer us on when we need it most. It is such a blessing and gift of the spirit for veil to be drawn now and again. What a comfort and joy.