Sometimes I wish she’d visit me in a dream.
Just once.
Just to say, “Hey, I know we didn’t get to be together in the earthly realm, but it was all for a reason. Just know I’m with you, and it’s all okay.”
I’ve heard stories from others about feathers on their doorstep, songs on the radio at just the right time, vivid dreams where their loved ones speak clearly. I try to hold space for those stories, to feel joy for them…
but I can’t help wondering—why not me?
I lost my birth mother, and along with her, a lifetime of moments we never got to share. There’s a quiet ache that comes from not getting to know someone who shaped your very beginning. Now that she’s in the spirit world, part of me longs for just one sign. One dream. One whisper.
But there’s only silence.
And yet… maybe that silence doesn’t mean absence.
Maybe the connection is still there, just not in the way I expected.
Maybe she’s been with me all along when I’ve felt courage I didn’t know I had, or grace that came out of nowhere. I’m apart of her, I know that, and getting to know me is getting to know her too.
Still, I hope.
I hope that one night, maybe in a dream, she’ll say what my heart has longed to hear:
“I see you. I’ve always loved you. And even though we couldn’t be together in this life…..your path, it’s unfolding exactly as it should.”
Until then, I’ll keep listening.
And I’ll keep trusting that love finds a way,
even in the quiet.
The Wild Gems 