every time I hear someone mention roosters crowing I think of my mom. She was the one that started us in chickens , so she could hear them crow.
I have told you all about my moms dreams, she was a seer . She had a particular dream for a death coming. including her own. Her, aunt, mother, father, GS, sister. probably more but always the same dream.
I went to bed last night very depressed because of this pain and was thinking of her and how I would love to see her again.
This is her dream. There were a lot of people around like a family reunion and then they would disappear and she would be walking along the river . She would see ( aunt, sister , whoever) on the other side of the river and would wave to them . She tried to cross the river to hug them and could not.
Wishing, You "hoping to see Tom " brought chills to me.