The first dream I had about her after she pass was the night I was taking my brothers and sister to the airport so they can head home to NC. This was after all the preparations and the funeral. In the dream, she was still alive. She was never sick and she was well. Me and all the siblings were going to go somewhere and we asked if she wanted to come along. She said no and that she'll just watch us go.

The last dream that I had about her was at least 2 years ago. Me and my sister was walking down a dirt road with grass fields beside the both of us. Someone tap our shoulder from behind us and it was her. She was happy with a big smile on her face. In this dream, me and my sister both knew that she had already passed so we thought it was weird and strange that she was standing before us. Happy and a little scared, we asked her why she was here. She said she came to pick us up and that we can go with her. I look at my sister and said that this wasn't right. So we told our mom that we weren't going to go with her. She had this smile on her face that was scary and peaceful at the same time.

I woke up having this feeling that she was happy we've moved on and that she was happy to see us happy. That doesn't sound right does it? It feels wrong to feel happy without her. I know.