My sister-in-law dreamed of my mother, whom she had never met. She knew instantly it was her, dead over forty years ago, a young woman of 39. She said my mother watched me walked away, turned around and hugged her. My sister-in-law expected a cold body and icy breaths, as a ghost would have. But instead the feeling was warm and loving. She got scared nonetheless, and her knowledge of my mother pulled her back into consciousness.
Ghosts have not been successful in visiting me. There might be some kind of barrier between us.
“Was there a message?” I asked my sister-in-law.
“Only that she loves you,” was her reply.
