I
woke up this morning to my mother calling 'Heather" with a short, soft
whisper in my ear. Was she there? No. It was a dream type-of-thing.
She wasn't in my dreams, it was just her voice saying my name -- and only once.
The last time something similar happened was several years ago, when I woke up early with a panicky feeling that something was wrong with Old MacDonald. "Oh no, oh no, something happened to Old MacDonald!" As I came to consciousness, I laughed it off. What could have happened? Perhaps the Farmer in the Dell stole MacDonald's Three Little Pigs to make a sow's-ear purse for Goldilocks? Again, I wasn't really dreaming of Old MacDonald. It was just a feeling I had while not-quite-awake.
A couple of hours later, I learned that Isaac's grandfather unexpectedly died in the night. His last name was MacDonald. And he was old.
I'm still baffled by the experience. Especially, being his grandaughter-in-law and not a close relative. I think I only met him twice. I rarely have nightmares or wake up in a panic. My dreams are usually bizarre and silly, like a They Might Be Giants song. I clearly remember rollerskating along a riverbank in Turkey and making snow-angels in a mountain of sugar.
So, though my mother's whisper in my ear this morning wasn't in panic at all, it was such a similar experience that I've been pondering the Old MacDonald thing all over again. ... and thinking that maybe I need to give my mom a call.
Has this every happened to you?
(The photos? Random, I know, but I mentioned my hairdo on Twitter yesterday & some folks requested a peek.)
