Love Remains

Now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:14 (NIV)

Is it possible for someone to love us so much that when they die, they come back to us in a real way, but in the form of their spirit?  Could they come to us after they pass away in the form of a dream, to comfort us?  Is it possible that they come back as angels to watch over us until we meet them again?

I just finished reading a great book called “To Heaven and Back” A Doctor’s Extraordinary Account of Her Death, Heaven, Angels, and Life Again by Mary C. Neal, MD.  I have always been fascinated of accounts from people after they experience a “near death experience.”  At times I was hesitant to believe fully, however every account I have read about small children are so similar it’s hard to disregard.

In Dr. Neal’s book she states that; “The human brain is quite good at remembering events, but not usually so adept at remembering the precise details.  If you ask most people to describe their wedding, a child’s birth, or other such important life events, the tiny details will have faded and the stories will likely have changed some over time.  Think about fisherman’s tales, which grow with each telling, or the old-time game of “telephone” in which a story is whispered from one person to the next. The last person in line tells the story out loud and, when compared to the original version, is usually full of notable differences.  Even vivid dreams rarely stay in our memories for more than a few minutes.”

She goes on to say: “I have observed one of the truly remarkable and consistent aspects of accounts of experiences that involve the presence or intervention of God is that the description of the experience remains constant no matter how much time has elapsed.  People who have been involved in a Godly experience remember with clarity and constancy the details of the incident and vividly recall their emotions as though they had just occurred.”

When I was young I was very close to my grandparents and when I was about twelve years old I had a dream that I was laying on my grandparents kitchen floor, looking up at my grandmothers face as tears streamed down her face as she looked down at me.  I awoke with the feeling that even though in my dream it was me that was looking up, I felt like it was my really my grandfather.  The thought of the dream stayed with me the next day as I was in school and I wondered why I had such an intense dream.  Towards the end of the day I was pulled out of class by my Aunt who took me back to her house, which was VERY out of the routine.  I knew something wasn’t right.  I asked her if something had happened to my grandpa, and if so, why wasn’t anyone telling me?

Of course, she assured me that everything was fine, but later, I was told that my grandpa had died the night before of a heart attack, on his kitchen floor.  So many times over the years, I have thought about that dream, and I wonder if he loved me so much, that at the moment his soul left his body, he came to me in my dream to let me know just how much he cared for me.

I still remember the dream so vividly after all these years later and I know in my heart, I remember it so well,  because it was a gift of love that is timeless and, like the verse in 1 Corinthians says,  love  remains!

One thought on “Love Remains

  1. Absolutely beautiful. I totally get that the spirit has the ability do be as real as the physical…to touch us in ways unexplainable except in our own experience. I think you grandfather was doing just that. Caring for you. Thank you for this precious glimpse into the world of caring beyond the physical boundaries. Ill carry this today, my friend.

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