My son was born 28th May 1996. The day he was born was the proudest moment of my life. It was a Tuesday morning and it was sunny. My daughter was born 19th June 1998. It was a Friday night and was cloudy.. Another of the proudest days of my life. I couldn’t ask for more. My life was perfect.
From mid 1998, I started having a dream. I dreamt I was walking through a graveyard and saw a crowd of people around a grave. I would walk towards this crowd and look down into the coffin. It had my son’s name on it. The date was 28th May 1996 – 27th May 2010. Then a hand would go into my hand, it was my son aged 13. He would look up into my face and say “Why did you leave me dad?”
I had this recurring dream for years. My son always looked the same, and as he aged, he started to look like the boy in my dreams. Just before he his thirteenth birthday, something happened. I will not say what it was, as it was too upsetting then and is now. Suffice to say it caused a rift in my family that will never ever heal. This happened when my ex-wife and I went to a meeting at my daughter’s school. Over the next few weeks, the police were involved several times, as were Social Services, more friends chose sides which is always unfortunate.
Over the year things came to a semblance of “normality”. The closer it came to my son’s fourteenth birthday, the more frequent this dream came. It was a week until his birthday, and I remember thinking “Yes, one week and this dream will have no meaning”. We were standing outside a shop waiting for a taxi, my son slipped his hand into mine and said “Why did you leave me dad?” I burst into tears because I realised that what had happened had ended that portion of his life. It had devastated him more than the rest of us.
Was it a premonition, or a coincidence?
A Mixed Bag 
I am so happy to know you are on a healing path now Mondrak… this all must have been very traumatic – and pray with time you and yours will all be stronger and more vibrant for having survived it with grace. Much Love~ R
I agree Mondrak, it’s hard to know sometimes what the bigger “reason” is… I can’t imagine how haunting that dream has been for you….In depth psychology theory, it would be said that the dream may symbolize something very different than the literal meaning. Though as this ‘incident’ you mention occurred at the school, I do wonder if there was a premonition at play. I wish I knew more to analyze – but it could be something much more related to your own thoughts/feelings even if not in your conscious awareness. Now that the time has past though, and the whole incident behind you – i agree with Christina — healing can begin. Much Love to you ~ and thank you for sharing this touching story. RL
Thank you Robyn. The incident didn’t actually happen at the school, it was while we were at the school and away from the kids.
But as you say, the healing will begin – it has already after a fashion
I am speechless. Both moved and saddened. I am glad it is over…so the healing can begin…but cannot even come close to answering your question. I know that things we don’t understand happen all the time. I think Penny and Rosy summed it up best… Hugs for you and your son sweet friend!! ~
Thank you Christina 🙂 I know everything happens for a reason, it is just very difficult sometimes to see what reason could possibly be as a result for some of the things that happen.
I’m with the others who said “Wow.” Pretty heavy stuff. I don’t know how I could have survived those days leading up to May 27, 2010, thinking the worst was about to happen. Wonder if you’ve shared this dream with your son and whether you’ve explored its meaning together in a way that can enrich your lives.
I haven’t because I don’t like to bring up what happened with him. I don’t want to make him relive those months
I’d say premonition, just because I think I have had them before myself although not nearly as distressing as your experience. I hope that your son will heal and something positive can come from this whole process for your entire family.
Thank you, I’m hoping that the experience that happened doesn’t affect him too long into adulthood.
I believe there is so much in life and the universe that us meer mortals will never comprehend. There are mysteries that we will never solve, only perhaps sometimes on the edge of awareness that there is something more…not defined than we can see think or feel. Wonderful and moving story Mondrak, Penny
Thanks Penny. I think you are right, and this is one of those that will never be explained.
Yes, exactly,
wow… powerful. But most important, work on NOW and building a future. You can’t undo things, but you can take positive steps ahead.
Thank you. It was three years ago, and I still have bad dreams about that time. He does too, but they are getting less frequent.
There are life changing events, but that doesn’t mean they have to stay bad. Turn it into good and help your son turn it into good.
Thanks Cee. I hope eventually he will be able to put it all behind him. When he does, then I can.
unsettling very unsettling but you cannot continue to beat yourself ….
Thank you. I’ve stopped it upsetting me so much, but I know my son gets bothered sometimes by it still
What an experience. I think we know more than we realize– part of ourselves is tuned into things that we don’t understand. This has happened to me before– not as intense as your experience– but I have “known” when things were awry. But it is really hard to distinguish if it’s just coincidence or a premonition. I hope you and your son are in a better state now.
We are as far as we can be. It is something that will be with us forever, it is just how far we allow it to affect our everyday lives
Wow….don’t even know how to respond to this post. I can see why it would be upsetting and unsettling.
I’ll probably talk about it one day to people outside of family and those involved. It’s been over three years, and still I think about it.
I will say, it stopped a lot of arguments between my ex wife and myself
I say a premonition. But – what do I know. Something tells me that we humans really do have sixth sense. We just don’t know how to decipher it. That’s my non-professional opinion.
So sorry for the moment you don’t speak of.
I know it affects my son sometimes. There are things he won’t do, or asks me if it’s okay for him to do it.
I think of it a lot, but I am also grateful (from a point of view) that it was an incident and not his death.