As I stand in a 6 foot grave looking up to my husband who was shovelling sand over me, I keep calling out to him, ‘please babe, let me come out of this grave.’ He just kept on shovelling the sand over me. On waking up on Sunday morning I spoke to my husband and told him about my dream. We discussed it and he felt that I was suppressing something or some feelings, or perhaps that I felt that someone was miss treating me.
Early this morning, I received a call from my daughter, just to let me know that her grandfather has passed away early this morning.
My question to you is, did I get a foreboding or was this just a coincidence?
Life truly is short, and we need to keep our loved one’s close to us.