Last Monday night, I had a meaningful and powerful dream. My sister was in it.
(The day before this dream, I painted her closet. Also, I decluttered her room. A few days before she died, she did tell me, "When I am gone, you can take care of my stuff.)
In the dream, she never aged. Surprisingly, she looked the same as the last time I saw her on May 2003. (When she was gone, I had many visitation dreams about her. The dreams started to fade, when I accepted her death. Obviously, that took me a while.)
We were talking and connecting. My sister was catching up with my life. She wanted to hear more from me.
She was sending me a message in the dream. Even though 15 years has already passed, she is still watching me as usual. She calmly told me, "Get a job." (That was her last words in dream.)
(FYI, I have been unemployed for a year. Before my unemployment, I was a tennis coach at a tennis academy in Palo Alto. This past year, I have experienced my first solo travel in China, and in the Philippines. I learned a lot. By the end of this year, I am going to be a realtor. I will be working for my good friend's father. He has been a realtor and broker for the last 33 years.)
Sister, you are always in my heart. My heart keeps beating, until I die. Life is an up and down journey. The end is death. (Probably not.) When I die, it is not the end. Hopefully, we can reunite.