Wheel of Fortune

Dreamin' with the Angels

My father-in-law Murray passed away December 19th, 2006. Last night I dreamed of him. My husband, mother-in-law and I (in the dream) had plans to go to an amusement park. Murray had gone ahead of us and would be waiting for us there once we arrived.

So---is Heaven like an amusement park? I'd like to think of it that way---and knowing that Murray has just gone ahead of us---and will be waiting when it's our time to ride the Celestial Ferris Wheel.

My mother was mentally ill from the time I was eleven and never fully recovered emotionally---so growing up there was always a feeling of distance. But one of my happiest memories of her is before she was very ill--she had taken my brothers and sister and I to Kennywood Park for Polish Day. She died 27 years ago--and my father passed 10 years now.

I went to a psychic not long ago---he brought up very specific information about both of my parents and suggested that the times when I smell cigareete smoke, when there is none, is when my parents are present in spirit. And I frequently do smell tobacco smoke---both of my parents wee chain-smokers. My husband and I are non-smokers and are particularly sensitive to it.


So, I hope that my parents and Murray are together riding the Golden Carousel, waiting for the rest of us.

I always wear a scent with roses---so that when I have passed my grandkids---instead of cigarette smoke---will smell roses or the heady aroma of an expensive perfume---and they will smile and say---Oh---it's Gramma---she must be on the Tilt-a-Whirl.