My younger sister and I have resided in the same area most of our lives. We have maintained a close connection despite the fact that we’re frequently in different phases in our lives. We normally speak often and participate in each other’s life activities.

Then the day came when my sister had the opportunity to move to the Grand Canyon. While living on the rim can be very exciting, it can also pose some problems. Sometimes, the cell phone reception can be challenging. That, added to the simple logistics of moving and then settling into a new life, made the communication between us spotty at best.

In the meantime, I had become reacquainted with a young mother of three who had been a schoolmate of my deceased son, Clint. It was a weekday a few days before Halloween when the young family stopped by our home for a visit. This was a special treat, because we have no grandchildren of our own. I spent most of the visit on the floor with the little ones. We shared games, coloring and painting. I also enjoyed having some tickle time with the six-year-old. I had a precious time with these joyful children.

A few days passed, and I still had not spoken with my sister. I had not been able to express to her the sweet time the children and I had shared. Then on the weekend while my sister was in phone range while running her errands, she gave me a call.

We are always excited to speak to one another, but this time she seemed especially enthusiastic. My sister began telling me of a recent dream she had experienced. She shared how for the first time since her nephew’s death, she dreamed of young Clint. She continued by adding that in this dream of hers, I was tickling Clint and we were both laughing. I was so touched I could hardly speak.

The message I received from this experience was that my son is with me always and he is aware of me and my life. I like to think that my renewed happiness brings both of us great joy.

Debra Reagan 2012