The Visit

Grandma Stella recounts a vivid dream of her late husband, Peter, and the profound sense of peace and connection it brought her, three years after his passing.

Today is Saturday, June 2nd, three years and a day after Peter passed away. I dreamt I saw a very pale and weak Peter leaning over me as I slept. With a love-filled countenance, he gently bent down and kissed my cheek as I slept. I smiled with joy as my eyes fluttered open. I woke and saw my hands gently clasping each other. It felt as if his hand was clasping mine. I then knew that Peter had indeed been here. He had come to tell me I am not alone. He still is with me… For the very first time in such a long while, I do not feel alone… I feel a sense of peace.