Missing Your Mother

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A friend of mine recently lost her mother. Her mother was in her 90's. It doesn't matter how old our parents are. When they leave us it is first a shock and for most of us a sad time of grieving the loss of loved ones who brought us into this world, raised us, and loved us all of our lives. While talking to her I was reminded of some events that happened to me when my Mother died. My mother had Parkinson's Disease, diagnosed in her early 60's so she retired from teaching and lived at home with dad with us kids visiting as often as we could and Dad and Mom visiting us when ever they could too. She was wheel chair bound and could not talk anymore by the time she died. The phone rang early in the morning and I ran to answer it. It was my brother saying our mother died in her sleep. She was just in her 70's. I got back in bed with my husband and cried on his shoulder. When my teen age daughter got up I was in the kitchen and she asked me “what were you looking for on my dresser during the night and why did you tuck me in and kiss my forehead as you left the room?” I was “gob smacked”, it was hard to talk and I told her it wasn't me. “Oh Mom, who else would do that?” and I then told her grandma died during the night... Her eyes got big and she asked..it was grandma? There were hugs and tears as we grieved our loss... And yes, my mother had visited my daughter (her oldest grand), the dresser was hers before it came to our house and she always tucked kids in bed and kissed them on their forehead. Darn I was mad I missed her... but delighted that she did stop on her way to wherever souls go after death. For the next six months I had dreams of my mother, not every night, just once in a while. But she would always TALK to me in those dreams, (she couldn't talk before she died) not serious stuff, chit chat and the one I really remember because I got up and wrote it down was the Lotto numbers she told me to buy a ticket with... Who knew she even new about Lotto. I bought the ticket and she gave me other numbers at other times but no big wins... And then she stopped visiting in my dreams, I haven't heard from her in years. I'm guessing her soul is in another body and she is living another life. I hope it's beautiful! She was a great Mom and I still miss her but glad to think she is on another journey. gob·smacked 'gäb?smakt/ adjective British informal adjective: gobsmacked; adjective: gob-smacked 1. utterly astonished; astounded. The photo is one of my mother and my daughter years before Parkinson's took her away. Anyone else here on myLot experience something like this?