Connected

Someone told me recently that an invisible connection exists between humans and everyone they come in contact with. If you were to picture this connection as a chord, the diameter of the chord would vary depending on the importance or intimacy of the connection you had or have with that person. Lovers, for example, would account for the largest connections, family and close relations a close second.

Have you ever been driving down the street and you suddenly start thinking about a past lover and you can’t figure out why? The theory is that when that occurs, that person you think about has just been thinking about you. Whether it is just talking about a memory or looking at a picture or simply thinking of something that had been associated with your relationship together, the energy created by that thought travels through the chord connecting the two of you and causes you to, in turn, think about that person.

Now, I’m not the authority to say whether or not this is true but I have certainly experienced situations like this and wondered why they happen.

The question that I have is, do these bonds still carry on even after one of the parties has passed away?

In 1998, my dad’s father passed away. There had always been a special bond between grandpa and I. Even though I was one of 4 granddaughters, grandpa never treated me like a girl. He happily taught me how to fish, boat, ski, knee board, throw darts, play cards and run some of the highest quality woodworking machinery ever built.

Years after he passed away I had a dream that I was having a picnic with my grandmother who was still alive. In the dream grandpa came and sat next to me. It felt like he was right there with me. I could smell him, touch him and hear him just as clearly as i could when he was alive. Grandpa looked at me in the dream with a very straight face and as though Grandma could not hear either of us he told me that he had come for her. The experience had been so real that I woke up shaking and crying. The kicker is, a few weeks later my grandmother’s mind left her. Dementia took over and she had to be taken to a nursing home.

I saw grandpa again in a dream before I got married. He was dressed in a white suit and he told me that he was here for me. This time I was not frightened. I could feel his love for me, our special bond, radiating through my own heart. I felt comforted.

Two nights ago, I had a dream that I was in the basement of my grandparents old home. Everything was like I remembered. The sights, the sounds, the smells and the feel of the cold concrete floor under my feet. It was like I had been transported back in time in some ways and yet I was very much aware of my present age. Looking around the basement I saw the dark opening to the laundry area. I knew that there was another door in the laundry area that lead to grandpa’s old workshop. I took a step towards it but something stopped me. An overwhelming sense had come over me. I knew that in that room I would find my grandpa. I took another step forward and as if I had summoned him out of heaven, my grandfather appeared around the corner of the door frame.

Grandpa smiled at me brightly and sent my heart soaring. Loving warmth flowed through me like a rushing river. He opened his arms to me and I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck and allowing my love for him to pour out. I wept quietly in his arms as he told me how much he loved me and missed me. It was so real. The dream only lasted a few seconds more but I didn’t wake up feeling frightened. I felt amazing!

For the rest of the day I couldn’t get my grandfather out of my head. Normally, I forget my dreams or the feelings associated with them fade as the minutes in the day pass me by but this time was different.

I’m not exactly sure what this all means and to be honest I’m not sure why I’m inclined to share it but this experience got me thinking about the connections that exist between people.

Is it possible that the connections do, in fact, exist as it was explained to me? Is it also possible, that somehow, the connections remain even through death?

I know there are ways to cut these connections through certain meditations, etc but I still wonder. Is it possible that my grandfather was thinking about me?

Maybe, with the death of my mother’s dad so fresh in my memory, thoughts of my other grandfather just naturally occurs. I don’t deny this possibility but I wonder…is it possible?