Dreams Are Good

I truly believe that dreams are sometimes God's way of comforting us.

I haven't had any dreams of Papa Bud since Karsen was born--- until last night.

I dreamed Papa Bud was teaching a Sunday school class in an old church. It looked as if we were in his hometown of Andrews, NC. There were lots of mountains and it was a very rural, country setting.

In the dream, I made Papa Bud a craft and I wrote on it "Have I told you lately that I love you?". I took it to his desk and he handed me a note.

I walked back to my desk and opened the note and he too had written me, "Have I told you lately that I love you?".

I walked back to his desk and gave him a big hug and we laughed at how much alike we think. Then he told me, "Tell Mama Jo that I miss her".

Then the dream ended.

When I was in 10th grade, I lived with Papa Bud while Mama Jo cared for her dying parents in Boone, NC. She would be gone two weeks out of the month. So I moved in to take care of Papa. Papa Bud would make my lunches and he would always put a note in my sandwich bag. I started putting notes in his lunch pail too. I kept most of them. He always made me feel so loved. I was so lucky to have a grandpa like him

It was a sweet and comforting dream. I miss that man so much. Hearing his voice so clear and strong gives me great comfort and peace of heart and mind. Knowing that he is HOME and no longer in pain makes me truly happy for him.

I read a poem last week and it makes me rejoice for Papa Bud being in heaven.

Do you shed tears because he is gone

or do you smile because he has lived?

You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back

or you can open your eyes and see the life he lived.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see him

or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can remember him only that he is gone,

or you can cherish his memory & let it live on!