It didn’t take long. It was about a month after her death that Sandie’s sister, Sheri, visited her, consoling her and letting Sandie know she was just fine. And she also dropped in on Shawna, Sheri’s daughter, bringing her solace and hope.

Sheri had suffered from Picks Disease, a dementia with a slow, worsening decline of mental and physical abilities. Sandie had lovingly cared for her baby sister those final years. Sandie prayed that, like their deceased brother Billie had done, when Sheri died, she also would let Sandie know she was OK. Well, it happened. It was in a dream where Sandie was sitting on her back porch. Sensing someone walking behind her, Sandie turned and saw a figure gently flowing into the breakfast area where the table usually was. It was Sheri, looking so young and beautiful! She was 30 to 35 years old, a slim, tanned figure with brownish hair a little below her shoulders. She wore the glasses she had back then, with shorts, a Harley Davidson top and her usual flipflops.

Sheri was hovering about 5 inches above the floor with the most beautiful glow and smile Sandie had ever seen. Her arms were stretched out by her side, her hands open wide and fingers out.

Sandie understood. Sheri could now use her hands, arms and legs again. Her sweet sister was filled with such joy, Sandie knew she was either on her way to heaven or had just come back.

In her dream, Sandie tried to cry out to her sister, but a voice told her Sheri could not speak or touch her yet. Sandie placed her hand over her own heart as she smiled back at Sheri. Then, just like that, Sheri was gone.

Sandie says her heart will always be broken, missing Sheri so much. But at least now she knows Sheri is whole and happy again.

When Sandie recounted her dream to Shawna, she learned Sheri had visited Shawna at about the same time!

In Shawna’s dream, her mom’s hair was long, straight, one length, parted in the middle. Sheri was again in her 30s and there was a younger, dark-haired man, wearing all white, standing beside her. Shawna does not believe it was Jesus, but an angel interpreter.

He told Shawna her mom could not speak yet, that Sheri was still fragile. This was after Shawna asked to take her mom with her in the car.

Mom and daughter stood in this giant amphitheater-like place filled with tons of kids, ranging in age from babies to young school-aged kids. The auditorium had three different stages filled with kids and there were tons of kids in the audience. They were putting on some sort of summer pageant, like Shawna did when she was a kid in school. This pageant was about campfires and s’mores because the kids were all holding little campfire props and s’more sticks.

The kids were all singing beautifully. Sheri had three little kids on her lap and kids were sitting all around her. She just kept looking at Shawna and smiling and was looking all around. Sheri was smiling so hard and looked so amazingly happy. Shawna just kept feeling like she wanted to take her mom with her.

But the man in white kept saying she couldn’t get close to her, that Sheri was still fragile and it would be difficult to travel with her. Shawna had her phone, so she sat down on a giant couch and was taking video of all the kids, with them singing all around her.

Sheri had always loved kids. Shawna and her husband have been trying to get pregnant lately. Could her mom have been telling Shawna something?

Terice Richards
Author: Terice RichardsEmail: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
I am a hospital chaplain with the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Galveston-Houston. I have been writing professionally since 1981 as a radio and television news reporter, anchor and producer. I earned an M.Ed. from the University of Houston and a B.A. from UCLA. I am a certified teacher for Pre-K through 12th grade and completed the practicum for pastoral care ministry certificate from St. Mary’s Seminary in Houston. I live with my family in Kingwood.

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