On the night of July 3, I had a dream that I was playing croquet with my brother at my Grandpa Jerry and Grandma Esther’s house while we celebrated the 4th- I was about 12 years old. I woke up feeling so good. This was a dream about one of my fondest childhood memories. As I came out of the groggy feeling of just waking up. I could feel the tears slip down my face. My Grandpa, My Grandma, and my brother are no longer here with me on this earth. I felt such a bittersweet feeling of love and sadness.
I stretched, took a shower… and thought about the day ahead celebrating the 4th of July with my own family- my husband and children- 5 of them – adults and one teenager. Our normal thing when we are home is to barbecue and visit. I decided to go to the store and buy a croquet set, a volleyball set, and a badminton set. My husband thought I was a little crazy. But the kids were intrigued- none had played croquet before. We assembled everything- and spent the whole day outside playing, laughing, and eating. Yes- I was the queen of croquet- easily beating everyone (lol).
It felt so good, and I could feel the presence of my lost loved ones laughing with us.
Dr. Sheri Kaye Hoff, PhD
The Inspired Action Success Coach