Stories: Who We Have Lost

A Dream of Hope

Who did you lose to Covid 19? Nidia Rodríguez Rivera

A few days after my mom passed, I had a dream. I suffered a lot, but I always trusted in God.

In my dream, my mom looked younger, like when she was 35 with her burgundy hair (this age I always think of my mom, even when she was alive.) She was wearing a suit that she liked very much (black & white lined plaid and red flowers pattern). I didn’t see it, but in my conscience, I had this intuitive conviction she was in a roller coaster. Two people (a man and a woman) were sitting on the back seat (they looked young too.) All of them were looking at the sky and they were smiling. There was peace in their expressions and then I saw something blurry. It was a paragraph (about 3-4 lines), but I couldn’t read the message and then one short phrase appeared clearly in Spanish and it read: “yo estoy bien.” The text was bright as gold.

Those words felt so real and they gave me hope and peace of mind that my mom is okay and that I don’t need to worry because God is taking care of her. “Yo estoy bien” means “I’m okay.” This isn’t the only experience that has happened to me since mom left. I could tell you many stories. I have learned that God is merciful and sometimes he allows us to see things to let us know that he has never abandoned us and that his promises are real.

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