The Good Mother
The Good Brother
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लeamed that I was standing at the foot of a metal bed and was hanging on for dear life from the pain and sorrow I was feeling. The mattress was black and white striping, the body was not identifiable, except for the fact that the face was swollen. I couldnഥll if it was male or female, just that it was so swollen and all that I could cry out was 謠my God, how swollenɠwas crying.
Then the dream changed and Iਡving a terrible argument with my brother and he is very angry with me 䨥n I woke up.ⲿ
蠨oney, it was just a dream, and you must remember that you have been ill೨e said. ﵒve had a nightmare, it will pass, we all have them you know, itயthing to get so upset about. We堦ine. Your dad is out on the patio and your sister and I are having coffee. We堪ust fine here, so don෯rry over a dream, just take care of yourself. You堢een sick; just concentrate on being well and out of the hospital.좿
After that bit of positive reinforcement, I felt better so I got dressed and decided to join my best friend for lunch at her motherଡter on that day.
It was a beautiful day and my friend and I and her family visited and laughed, but each time there was a lull in the conversation, the dream would come back to me and Iart to feel queasy again.
At one point when we were laughing at something someone said, I heard a little whisper in my ear care of mama༢r>
謠Godɠthought, here I go again.
This time I just had to get out and away so I made some excuse that I needed to rest and went home to my apartment. I was really disturbed. I thought it might be hallucinations from the medication I had been taking, so I calmed myself down and thought, 衿has to be it.鴒s the medication.
The next day I returned to work. I had been home for two weeks after being in the hospital, so it was a blessing that I could now concentrate on something else other than the dream.
That day, from time to time, I would get the feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I೨oo it away with 䒿just a dream, a nightmaret quitting time I ran for my bus and went home, which was in Alhambra just outside Los Angeles.
I was just putting the key into the door of my apartment when I heard the phone ring. It sounded shrill and demanding so I ran in and picked it up leaving the door open. It was my sister telling me to get down to the emergency room at the hospital that it was dad.
I hung up and ran out the door and was going down the walk when my neighbor was just returning home from work. She asked me what was wrong and I told her, so she said she would take me to the hospital.
As I ran into the emergency section of the hospital, a doctor friend of mine saw me and knowing why I was coming there, took me by the arm and said, ⬿take you to the family.좿
Mother was sitting on a bench right outside the door and as I passed in front of her, she took my hand and said, 孥mber your dream, remember your dream.稡t dream?
I couldnനink. I just pushed open the door and walked in and, there in front of me was the bed with the black and white mattress cover. I grabbed on to the foot of the bed and all I could say was 蠭y God, how swollen.좿
O.K., now having a dream or nightmare like that come true, I felt I was home free. Now I knew why I had had the dream. I forgot about the second part.
The next day I went back to work, but I told my boss what had happened and that I might have to leave work if I got further news that warranted my leaving. The morning progressed as usual. I was strangely calm and at 11:30 a.m., one of my girlfriends and I went to have lunch. After I had eaten I reached for my cup of coffee, then noticed that my coffee had cream in it so I asked her if she had put cream in my coffee. She said no.
I then asked her if she had seen me put the cream in my coffee, she said no.
All of a sudden I knew that my dad was gone. I told my friend, നink my dad has just diedᮿI ran out of the restaurant down the street to the bank. I called home and my sister told me that she had just gotten the news from mother and my elder sister that he had passed away just a few minutes after twelve. I still cry remembering it.
I took the rest of the week off to help with the arrangements as his family would be flying in from all over for his burial. And it was at this time that the second part of the dream kicked in.
We siblings and mother were sitting around the table after having eaten lunch and I mentioned to them that I thought it would be a good idea if we all pitched in for a blanket of flowers for his casket.
My brother jumped up just furious with me for having suggested it and reminding me that it would be a military funeral and a blanket of flowers would not be needed. I snapped back that at the burial the flag would be given to mother and the flowers would remain at the gravesite.
He was so angry with me he stormed out saying I had no regard for spending other people୯ney. An argument between us ensued and we parted with very hard feelings. After that episode I set about making arrangements for picking up our relatives from the airport and forgot about our argument.
After all was said and done, our emotions spent and our loved ones had returned to their homes, I noticed I didnਡve the pain in my stomach anymore. Calm had been restored and a feeling of peace came over me.
I realized why I had heard care of mama.頫new that it could only have come from God, the ineffable, that somehow we were a lot more than we know. And, yes, I was the one who did take care of mama and my youngest sister until she graduated school, then got married and she took mama to live with her and her husband. I was now on my own again.
That there is someone who does love us and knows us and leads us if we are willing is absolute truth. That we receive guidance from above is true, even when we donop to realize where it is coming from.
I read in 襠Book of Thomas,稩ch is not in the New Testament, where Jesus was asked does God speak to us?ᮿJesus⥳ponse is 堿 speaks to us through the mind.頢elieve that. For where else could our thoughts come from?
I do not mean that all thoughts come from the unknowable one, for there is also the thought from r man,稩ch is our own baser instinct, the key is to know the difference.
God would not have us injure anyone else, for we are all connected. The very energy that moves us also moves everyone else. So, to inflict harm on another is to use our energy against itself, for we all get our energy from the same source.
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