The Greatest Gift Of All…
The Greatest Gift Of All… My husband, Al, claims that he rarely remembers his dreams upon awakening. Furthermore, when he does remember them, they seldom contain conversations or include me in them! However, recently one dream stayed in Al’s memory, and he shared it with me the next morning. In the dream, he was very ill, near death. I was at his bedside holding his hand. Al squeezed my hand four times, using our special code, the same one his grandparents had actually used every night before going to sleep. Four squeezes from Al signaled the question, “Do you love me?” I would then respond “Yes,” by squeezing his hand once. “How much?” … two squeezes from Al. “With all my heart!” … four squeezes from me, emphasizing the word “heart” by vigorously shaking his hand. He dreamt that when it was my turn to initiate our quiet acclamation of love for one another, the squeezes of his ...
