The park

Last night, as I was falling asleep, I was taken to a picnic table in the middle of a wonderful park. Where the grass was an amazing green and the trees were in beautiful bloom. I sat at the picnic table and began to work on the puzzle that was sitting there. As I was about halfway through, a gentleman came and sat with me. The man was my Grandfather.

As he sat down, he smiled at me. “You know he can’t come this time”, he told me.

“I know” I replied, the person we were speaking about was my son, Joshua.

We talked for some time, about things I don’t remember. After some time though, he looked over at me, smiling again. “Some one is here to see you too” he told me. He stood up and then stepped to one side. There, standing behind him, was our cat Jaeden. He had passed away at 2 yrs old from heart failure, that was in August of 2010.

I was so happy to see him! He jumped into my lap and I began to pet him. He looked just like he did on earth. Every detail was that same and his coat was so soft! He looked healthy and happy now! He was head butting me, just like he used to do on earth and I could feel him telling me how much he loved me. I was so excited! Then when I glanced up to my Grandfather, I saw another grey cat behind him, I smiled, because I knew her. It was Sassy, my parents cat when I was growing up. She came over and sat on the table and started purring. I was elated! I started to pet her as well and then one more cat arrived. Cleo, my parents cat the died from Feline Leukemia.

I felt so happy to see all of them there. When I looked up, my Grandfather was smiling. I could feel our time was coming close to an end, so I quickly looked at each of them and let them know I loved them. Then I turned to my Grandfather and said “I love you”. He smiled as my time with them faded away, and then I fell asleep.

About Cynthia

I was brought up a Mormon but became a skeptic. I was open minded and accepting but did not know what to believe or how to believe in God or Jesus Christ. In the passing my baby boy, at the age of 2 1/2, my eyes were opened to the Lord. In His love I found strength to get through my grief. I found compassion unlike any other. Through God I found Hope!
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