It all began with a dream I had when I was 4 or 5.
We were living in Michigan then... me, my 2 sisters and my mom & dad. It was in the spring - after we'd attended an Easter pageant in our area. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a dream. The details are still very vivid to me even though many years have passed since first having the dream. I don't remember ever telling anyone about it -- although I dreamed it many times as I grew up. I even remember having the dream while I was in college and after I had our first child was born. The details of the dream never seemed to change. And, it always seemed to be unfinished & shrouded with a hazy mist. But, the dream always brought comfort to me -- like holding the hand of an old friend.
There's a quote I used on the "stuckinindiana" Facebook page first over a year ago and then again in August. As I write this post; however, it comes to mind in a new way for me.
|"It's not what the Dream is,|
but what the Dream does."
~ John Johnson
I will always cherish that moment. And, I will always cherish the dream that remained so mysterious, but so ever-present, for all of my growing up years.
More to the story here:
Days of Remembrance
A Kiss & A Goodbye