I had a night terror for the first time in my 17-year-old life.
The dream was odd; if felt so real, real as my fingers hitting these keys.
I was watching my Grandpa, who had past away in 2006, as he was weeding a garden. He seemed angry as he was yelling to someone. I looked over and saw my Grandma with her arms crossed trying not to cry. Something was wrong with this; why was I seeing this? Why was he yelling at her? Why isn't he looking at her? Where are we standing?
I woke up crying because I had this strong feeling my Grandpa wasn't in Heaven. My body was burning in pain and I couldn't move. I cried out to God asking him, "Please forgive my Grandpa, he didn't know there was more to life than what he did. Please Lord, Please!"
I know this sounds crazy and not many people will believe me, but that is what I felt, and what I dreamt. I still feel like my Grandpa will never be at peace.
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