I've had an odd experience when my uncle passed away quite a few years ago now.
He was a very organised man and had paid for his funeral and even chosen his plot ( I knew he had a funeral plan but it was never discussed as to his plot, I mean how exactly do u make up your mind where exactly u want to be buried? ) anyway a week before the funeral I went to the florists to order my flowers and my sister & her partner did the same, we didn't see what the other had ordered, thinking nothing more of it we left very emotional.
It came to the night before the funeral and obviously my uncle was on my Mind so it came to no surprise to me when I had a dream about him.
In the dream he was sitting in a tree like a little boy with one leg bent and the other dangling down swinging in a real care free kind of manner. He then placed flowers on his grave it was a floral design of some gates made out of white carnations with a red ribbon trim, I awoke from the dream feeling what can only be described as a sense of calm & peace.
The funeral came and once we were taken to the graveside I saw his plot right below a tree, my sisters flowers she had chosen were almost identical but with one difference, the ribbon was blue his favourite colour!
My father (who's brother it was that died- his identical twin brother I might add) has dreams to this day of these massive gates which once I got him to draw them are a large scale of what the floral tribute was built upon.
He was a very organised man and had paid for his funeral and even chosen his plot ( I knew he had a funeral plan but it was never discussed as to his plot, I mean how exactly do u make up your mind where exactly u want to be buried? ) anyway a week before the funeral I went to the florists to order my flowers and my sister & her partner did the same, we didn't see what the other had ordered, thinking nothing more of it we left very emotional.
It came to the night before the funeral and obviously my uncle was on my Mind so it came to no surprise to me when I had a dream about him.
In the dream he was sitting in a tree like a little boy with one leg bent and the other dangling down swinging in a real care free kind of manner. He then placed flowers on his grave it was a floral design of some gates made out of white carnations with a red ribbon trim, I awoke from the dream feeling what can only be described as a sense of calm & peace.
The funeral came and once we were taken to the graveside I saw his plot right below a tree, my sisters flowers she had chosen were almost identical but with one difference, the ribbon was blue his favourite colour!
My father (who's brother it was that died- his identical twin brother I might add) has dreams to this day of these massive gates which once I got him to draw them are a large scale of what the floral tribute was built upon.