My mom had a best friend named Mora. My mom had a stroke in her 80's and went into hospice. Mora had a dream one afternoon, and saw my mom in her kitchen. My mom looked well. She wondered how that could be as Mora knew my mom was in hospice. My mom was saying something but Mora couldn't make out what she was telling her. Mora then woke up when the phone rang, it was my brother calling to inform Mora and her husband Jim that my mother had died. Mora said she already knew my mom had died from the dream she had of my mom, before they received the phone call. Mora believed my mom wanted her to know she was OK now. |
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