My mom passed away four days before I turned 18. My sister was coming from Alaska to our house in the midwest for my birthday. She came over, but we didn’t have the party. I wasn’t in the mood. While she stayed with us, she and I slept in my bed. It was big enough for both of us.
Right after mom passed, we were sleeping in my bed, and I had a dream. In this dream, I looked into the hallway, and I could see my mom at the top of the stairs. She was outlined in gold and looked like she was floating there. Also, in the dream, my brother (who was 13) was in bed with me – not my sister. (He and I were the only two at home when mom passed away. She was at home when it happened.) I woke him up and said, “Look! Mom!” He started to cry, and I said “Don’t cry. Talk to her.” She was saying something to me, but I could not understand what she was saying. The only thing I really heard her say was “Wendy, be good.” Then she said she had to go and just kind of floated up.