A dream and a Heavenletter

I had an unusual dream last night, and already it is fading.

This is the background: The dream  was about two friends of mine from about twenty-five years ago. A husband and wife, John and Alanna, and their little daughter Lokadana.  Very fine people. Alannah became ill and died after a long painful illness. She never complained. Not once. And when you went to visit her, it was as if she were hale and hearty and had not a care in the world, for she was interested in you and what you were doing.

During Alannah's illness, John was by her side in total love. And the six or seven year old bewildered Lokadana played in the background.

The dying mother wrote letters for Lokadana to be given to her at various milestones of her life when she, the mother, would not physically be there.

Well, the dream about my remarkable friends was very vivid and long. In the dream, I may have actually been each of them. I seemed to experience everything they did as if I were they. I experienced their emotions surrounding the illness, the death, and life after for the husband and daughter on Earth and for the wife in Heaven.

Then the dream became the present, and I became John now on Earth and, at the same time, I became Alannah in Heaven, and they were communicating with each other, back and forth. They said how they looked forward to seeing each other again. They said deep things about life and death.

In the dream I was quite aware that I must remember what was said because it was so true and simple and necessary for everyone to hear. Nevertheless, when I awoke, the words had flown.

The Heavenletter that came the same morning was about how we can choose to be happy rather than unhappy. I can relate today's received Heavenletter to John and Alannah's story. Despite the fact that Alannah was dying, and no one wanted her to die, they were happy in their love. I have the feeling that it was a fully happy time of their lives where every minute was precious and where their thoughts were solely about appreciation and love and what they could do to make this time better for the other. Their thoughts were on each other and their daughter, and not on their individual selves.

What an example Alannah was, not of how to die, but how to live.