It was shortly after my uncle passed away. I was back at the family farm in Corozal, Puerto Rico. My uncle and I were taking our horses out of the stable. We prepped them up, and we were ready to ride them. The steep mountains delayed our ride, but as soon as we reached the top, it was a view that made me believe that heaven is real. We galloped down the grassy trail. The mane was dancing in the wind with each step it took. All I could see was the horse I was riding and my uncle riding his horse ahead of me.
It seemed all too real for it to be a dream. I woke up both happy and sad. Happy because he appeared in my dreams doing what he loved the most, and sad because it can never be relived. My mom was in Puerto Rico for the funeral when I had the dream. We FaceTimed later that evening and I told my cousin (one of his daughters) about the dream. I described to her the horse I was riding and she said, “That was Tio Freddy’s horse!” She was happy for me because she too has had dreams where he had appeared before her and talked to her. My mom began crying when I was telling the story. It was as if I was experiencing the same thing in Orlando as everyone else in Puerto Rico.
Te quiero Tio Freddy. Te extraÑo y te amo mucho. Ya estas descansando en paz, sin dolor.
It Was All A Dream
18 Monday Apr 2016
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