My mom visits my brother in his dreams. He says they’re so real, so vivid.
This doesn’t happen to me so I’m envious. So yeah, sucks for me, but the coolest thing happens after my brother has these dreams. He calls me and describes each one in such detail that I can see it like a movie in my head, frame by frame.
Our mom most recently visited him the night of Jan. 8, his birthday. What a gift for my brother! He called me early the next morning to tell me about it.
In his dream, they’re back in our mom’s house, in her home office. “She looked good,” my brother tells me. “Nothing was wrong with her, and she had all this energy.”
He described our mom as happy, energetic, and chatty. That’s exactly who our mom was in this world. Maybe more importantly, he said our mom looked healthy. If you’re new here, our mom died of cancer on March 14, 2021.
She told my brother, “Call your sister. Tell her the tamales are on their way to Florida.” Sadly, this isn’t true. There are no tamales on their way to me in Florida… unless someone in my family wants to send some my way. (Hint, hint.)
She told him again, “Call your sister, call your sister!” My brother, who doesn’t know anyone’s phone number by heart (who does nowadays), picked up the phone (in his dream) and dialed my number correctly. He said it felt so real that he was excited for me to answer so he could put me on the phone with our mom.
If only this dream had been real….
If only my brother had been able to really talk to her…
If only he could have really put me on the phone with her…
While my eyes teared up (like they’re doing now) and the sadness of missing my mom draped over me once again, my brother looked at this so differently and in such a positive light.
“Mom’s happy,” he told me. We think that was the message. She’s happy and she wanted her son to call his sister to let her know. Message received.
I was so grateful he shared his dream with me, so grateful for our conversation that morning. Thank you so much, brother. You have no idea how much that meant to me. I love you, brother.
Mom, thank you for visiting my brother in his dreams, especially on his birthday. Please don’t ever stop. Te quiero mucho, mami.
Soy hija de Gloria. Hija de guerrera. Esta es la historia de mi mamá. Y también mi terapia.
I’m Gloria’s daughter. Daughter of a warrior. This is my mom’s story. And my therapy.
Hija de Gloria | Gloria's Daughter 
This brought tears to my eyes. Miss ya sista. Give my bud a big hug for me.
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I picture her with my Tío Manuel and Tata Ray, and her friend, Mrs. Ayala, who died a couple of months before she passed. My mom saw my Tío and Tata a few days before she died. I was with her when she saw Manuel.
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What a beautiful story. Momma Gloria knows that she needs to go thru your brother for you to see more clearly that she is happy and not in pain. She visits you in so many ways, it’s just that your grief and sadness finds a way for her to break thru sometimes. So your brother is the outlet she needs to reach you.
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I think you’re right. She’s using his dreams to talk to both of us. I also think she’s using his dreams to keep me and my brother connected, making sure we don’t lose touch with each other. When he talks about his dreams, he always says that they’re so real that he expects to see her when he wakes up. That’s how real it feels to him.
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What a wonderful relationship you had with your mom & still w/ your brother. It is evident in the photos, she looks very fun loving.
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She was an amazing mom, but she was also a hoot! She loved to laugh and loved to make others laugh. I miss her laugh so much. And I’m very fortunate to have such a great relationship with my brother. Thank you so much for your comment and especially for reading. Hugs to you. ❤
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