Have you ever had a dream come true?
My birthday is always a little bittersweet for me. My father-in-law passed on my birthday, 9-9-1986. My mother-in-law called my husband's older brother the day before on 9-8-1986, and told him that their father was dying. None of the kids, three brothers, had been told their father was even sick. He'd had cancer several years before, beaten it, and it had returned. My father-in-law was a very private man, and couldn't face telling his sons. That's just how he was. He was kind to a fault, but I just don't think he could handle seeing his sons in pain. He was the kind of guy that brought presents every time he visited, even for our cats! Never met a stranger, and could talk to anyone. Super sweet guy.
The phone call with my brother-in-law was very emotional, and my husband and my brother-in-law made plans to go be with their mother and support her where their parents were living in Florida. Their eldest brother was going to travel separately. My sisters-in-law were to stay at home with their kids, and I stayed at home because we couldn't afford two plane tickets to Florida in those days. The funeral was to be in Iowa, anyway, so I reluctantly stayed at our home in Missouri. The brothers were to travel later in the day on my birthday.
My husband was very upset the night before and slept very little. I helped him pack his clothes and tried to comfort him. I fell asleep at some point and had a very vivid dream. In the dream my brother-in-law called to say he was coming over. I went to the window in the dream and watched him drive into the parking lot of our apartment building. He pulled into the parking slot second from the curb on the right in the visitor spaces at the back of the small parking lot. He got out of the car, came up to the door, knocked on it three times in succession, and waited for someone to open the door.
When I woke up from the dream I got out of bed, dressed, and went to stand by the bedroom window and held down a couple of slats just enough to see the parking lot. My husband said, "What are you doing, honey?" I said, "Waiting for your brother. He's going to come over." I continued to stand by the window looking out. The phone rang right after I finished speaking. My brother-in-law told my husband he was coming over. My husband dressed quickly, and waited with me at the window. I told him about the dream. He didn't say anything, just put his arm around my shoulder. We both knew why his brother was coming, but neither of us said out loud his father was gone. My brother-in-law pulled into the parking lot, went to the visitor spaces, pulled into the slot second from the curb on the right at the back of the parking lot, then came to the door. He knocked 3 times in succession, and my husband let him in. My brother-in-law hadn't wanted to tell my husband over the phone my father-in-law had passed. My husband looked at his brother standing in our living room and said, "Dad's gone?" My brother-in-law nodded, and after talking for a while they decided to go on to the airport to get their tickets and go to their mother. The weirdest part of the whole thing was how calm I felt. I'm the kind to burst into tears easily and be very emotional. My husband told me later it helped him to stay calm because I was so calm. I knew what was going to happen because of the dream and that comforted me. Anything like that ever happen to anyone else?
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