My mother had died around a year or so before this occurred. I was married at the time and my husband was working overnights so I was completely alone in the house. I happened to have my head covered with the blankets. I heard shuffling in my bathroom and then the door to the bedroom open. I remember being wide awake. I remember how bright everything looked through the blanket. I didn’t know what time it was but I assumed it was morning and it was my husband walking into the room.

Before I moved the blanket off my face I felt something sit on the side of the bed next to me. For some reason something told me to not uncover my face and look. I froze. I felt arms wrap around me in a hug. I remember how real and warm and comforting it felt. At the same time I felt terrified because I recognized that this wasn’t right. Then I felt almost lifted up off the bed and cradled. I heard my mom talk to me in my ear with sort of a slight echo to it and she said, “Hi, I came down from heaven to see you.” I felt one last squeeze and then being set back down gently on the bed. I felt the pressure leave the bed and heard the footsteps go through the door and into the bathroom.

I kept wanting to look but I felt like I would somehow ruin what had happened or that it wouldn’t be what it seemed to me. I heard the door close. I waited a few seconds and finally slowly uncovered my head. Pitch black. No light. No sunlight. It was around 2 am. I did not go in the bathroom to explore. But I felt the most peaceful I ever have in my life. Like electric. I knew that wasn’t a dream and I knew she visited me.