My mother-in-law died 3 years ago from a bout with cancer. She was the toughest 90 pound woman I ever met who raised 3 boys and 1 girl by herself in poverty to become 4 amazing adults. The French term for "mother-in-law" is "belle mere"..."beautiful mother"...another reason to wish I were French.

My wife misses her a lot, especially on Mother's Day. One of her co-workers lost her mother about the same time and she told my wife that she feels her mother's presence "all the time" and that she has been to a spiritualist to speak to her mom.

But my wife says that she has no such feelings and sometimes wonders why.


So, this brings me to a dream I had not long ago.

Dreams aren't usually this vivid that I can remember details even a year or so later.

I was in a back yard, not mine in reality but it was mine in the dream...I can bore you with details...you're welcome .

My mother-in-law walked up to me from across the yard holding a baby wrapped in a blue and white blanket. I asked her what she was doing here and reminded her that she was dead.

She said that she knew that, she just wanted to check on us and also let us know that she was just fine.

When I asked about the baby, she smiled and said, "It's yours" and I woke up.

It took me a few minutes to realize that before my second son was born, my wife miscarried. Geraldine and the baby are doing fine.