Dreamz

I dreamt of Uncle Clarge the other night. In the dream, he was smiling brightly. He was wearing the trademark faded shorts and white shirt, but he looked like he gained some weight. His face was rounder and his legs sturdier. He was in this simple bare room (he was fixing something inside a cabinet), but with a very bright light coming in through the window. I had this nice and comforting feeling when I woke up, and his smile (oh what a smile!) stayed with me.

Maybe it was his way of letting me know, of reassuring me, that he's happy wherever he is. Although they are rare instances, this was not the first time that a departed loved one visited me in my dreams (and I'm just glad that they do so in dreams and not 'in person' hahaha; maybe they know that I'd be scared and not get to enjoy the moment as much hehehe). My Lola Conching, my father's mother, also visited me in my dream years ago. But it as a shorter and hazier visit.This one about my uncle was a very clear and bright dream.

It was a very welcome dream. We lost Uncle Noring, Auntie Betsy's husband, January last year. Then Uncle Clarge died September last year. And just this February 8, we lost Auntie Marian's husband, Uncle Fred. When you lose three (3) members of the family in a span of less than fourteen (14) months, you somehow need some reassurance that they are now in a better and happier place. And I think that Uncle Clarge just sent a message that he is.