I was three weeks shy of my 15th birthday when my mother died. She had a near fatal heart attack in 1996 or 1997 and she basically died then, but luckily doctors were able to get her back to life. She was in and out of hospitals and nursing homes during all of my childhood and she had also suffered brain damage which caused her to walk slow, stutter and forget how to read and write. I kind of resented her for this, because as a child, I did not understand how to deal with having a mother who "couldn't be a mother." But I always loved her; I was just afraid to get close to her because I knew that I would eventually lose her.
My mother died in September of 2006. A week before she died, I began having horrible nightmares (for that entire week). In one of them, I was in my same exact home and in my same exact room and a priest was telling me that I need to go to the altar (and everyone in my dream were people that I knew and they were all in all white, which represents purity in the Christian religion). All of these people were lined up going down my street, as if they were at the "cross-roads."
The second dream I had, my mother and I were in a dark gloomy maze and couldn't find our way out. I was scared and then all of a sudden my mother looked at me and said, "I love you but you must go on without me." I went on like she said.
The third dream was the worst in my opinion. It was all of my family in a funeral chapel and my mother was saying her goodbyes to us and smoked her last cigarette and then she died. …
I know for a fact that I dreamt of her death for an entire week before it happened. I woke up crying after each of these dreams and to this day I don't understand her death. She died Tuesday September 12, 2006 at a bus stop (alone) of a heart attack during my freshman year of high school while my brother and I were at school. I take those dreams as "getting me prepared for her death." I do know for a fact that there are forces beyond us. And the morning after she died, I heard her calling my name from her room and it sounded so real that I woke up immediately at once! Very eerie but true story.
I love my mother and I find comfort in her no longer suffering and that she is with God and other family members who have passed. May her soul rest in peace.