Joy. Oh, How it Can Radiate

Last night, Thursday May 08, I had many different and wonderful dreams. But I'm going to share my favorite one. Probably the best dream of my life, actually.

First, I need to tell you a story. I might have the details a little wrong, but I'll try my best to get the message down.

I had a great aunt named Judith, but always called Wif (Weef). She had the best personality and the kindest heart. She almost became a nun, but hadn't made thee final vows to care for the family needs. She babysat all over for our family, even when she shouldn't have. Her family and God were her main concerns. If she wasn't busy watching someone, I would see her sitting down with a rosary, praying away. Later in her life, Wif was diagnosed with cancer. I'm sorry, but I can't actually remember the actual type of cancer; it was either lymphoid cancer or lung cancer, but either way it caused her whole body system to fail in such a horrible way. Wif ignored the pain and medicine and offered it for the sake of a nephew's reversion to the Catholic faith. She even avoided foods in case some pain medications were slipped in. All in all, Wif died a heroic death, and there is no doubt in my mind where she was heading. What would have cleared any doubts about it was the most beautiful dream I had.

I was sitting in my room, on the bottom of the room's bunk bed. There was no hint about what I was doing, but the next instant I knew I was sitting, there she was.
Wif wasn't actually there, walking from the door of the room to the windows on the opposite side. At least, her complete body wasn't there. But it was Wif, alright. Transparent, but with all her features: Wild-red hair, a waddling kind of walk, and a full clothing of purple, her favorite color.
I patted the space on the bed next beside me. Knowing she was long passed away, I just wanted to be with her and talk with her. My body quivered with the excitement of seeing her. As I patted the space beside me, I spoke, "Sit down, Wif." But she wouldn't have it that way. Wif gave me a wide smile and shook her head, always walking towards the window. But there was no window in view. It was just pure white, hazing the walls and ceiling of my wall. I didn't mind; I knew what I was witnessing. Wif had a more important calling that second, and that was God. As she finished her wide smile at me, she turned to the white. Always walking. Pure joy radiated through me then and for a long while afterwards, as I watched Wif walk and get engulfed in the light. I feel certain of where Wif is. And I'm asking her more often to pray a storm for us here on Earth.

Death could be a tragic thing. But the beauty of our end is surreal. We go to God; that is our point in life. We leave this world to God, who is True Happiness.


Cheers