A Visit From Tommy

My brother, Tommy, died in June of 2000. While I loved him with all my heart, he and I were never really close growing up. He was the golden child and I wasn’t, he was brilliant and I wasn’t, he seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do with his life and set out to achieve each of his goals at a very young age and … well, I just didn’t, at least not until much later in my life…

This is the last picture I have of Tommy and is how I still see him in my mind’s eye whenever I think about him.

But, this is how he appeared to me last night, in my dream

Tommy was probably sixteen years old in this picture and I thought he had the most beautiful head of hair and the saddest eyes. But, last night, when Tommy appeared to me in my dream, his eyes were smiling, and he had on the most brilliant white garment I had ever seen. He sat on the end of my bed and called my name softly, Cindy, Cindy, wake up, I need to talk to you…I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Tommy sitting on my bed. I wasn’t afraid at all and I asked him if he came from heaven and if he was at peace. He smiled at me and said “no words can express to you what it’s like for me now because the beauty of it all is beyond words you could understand”.

Then Tommy told me he came to let me know that our brother, Danny, would be the next to leave this earthly life. I started crying and said “no, no, please don’t tell me that, not Danny, I need Danny to stay here with me”.  Tommy smiled and said “I know you love him so, but soon it will be his time to come home”. I started sobbing and crying and said no, I want to go, why can’t I go where you are”?  I tried to reach out and hug Tommy but there was a barrier between us that I couldn’t see and Tommy said “no, you can’t touch me now, not until it’s your time to come home”.  I said “why, why can’t I come with you now Tommy, but he said “you have so much work to do and you must continue on your path, everyone has a path and everyone has a time to come home, it’s not your time yet”.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting up in bed sobbing, but Tommy had already faded away. It was the most vivid dream I’ve ever had…or was it?

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bill
    Nov 06, 2012 @ 02:00:35

    I know this was very emotional for you as you were still emotional when you told me about it the next day.


  2. gotham girl
    Nov 06, 2012 @ 02:41:21

    OMG…I had something similar but not as “emotional” as yours…a few months ago at mom and dad’s, my sister Karen came to visit me in the guest bedroom at 3:00 a.m. I felt her presence and it shook me to the core. I woke up and could feel the air movement in the room. We didn’t speak like you did with Tommy, but obviously she was there. Ever since then, every time I visit with the exception of a handful of times.. I wake up at 3:00 p.m. religiously. How do you explain it? Love you! xoxo MORE!


  3. Lucie
    Nov 07, 2012 @ 20:15:33

    I believe that Tommy was there and not a dream, I know how emotional it can be but know that when your loved ones come to you they are helping you understand what and why things happen they way the do. I agree with Tommy you still have allot to get done here before you can be with the Lord and your loved ones. I love you sis and truly believe that you are blessed as well as a blessing to all of us that know and love you. Take Care


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