by Angella Gailey

Created on: September 01, 2011

My sister and I had never been really close when we were growing up.  She was the older sister and I was they annoying little sister who tagged along everywhere she went.  When I was still young enough to get away with it, I got so mad at her that I reached up and scratched her on the face, the scar remained until the day she died.  As we got older, we grew closer together.  We would go out to movies together, go miniature golfing, batting, and a slew of other activities together.  Every weekend we knew that we would be there for each other.  Unfortunately, that all ended when I met my, now, ex-husband.  He was controlling and I was a puppy dog that would follow him no matter what.  My weekends were spent waiting for him, trying to get a hold of him, and spending what time I could with him.  My sister was left on the sidelines.

In 2002, I got married and in 2003, she was diagnosed with cervical cancer.  The doctors, who decided that she had to have this form of cancer since she was 12, were baffled as to how she got it and finally decided that she was born with a cell that was deformed and she would have gotten cancer no matter what had happened.  On September 13, 2004, she passed away while I was a work.   Little did I know that I would see her again.

One night in October, after a month of up and down emotions, I had the most amazing dream.  I was sitting at a counter with my sister inside the most beautiful cabin in the most beautiful forest you could ever imagine.  Sitting on the counter was a little baby girl inside a baby car seat, the kind you carry around with you, and a little girl just a little bit older than that was running around playing.  This was a little odd because neither one of us had any kids, but I told her all about my two little bundles of joy.

As our conversation continued (most of it I have forgotten, but a few things I remember), I told her the names of my daughters, Kitiara Dawn and Faith Michelle.  I know I had never told her those names before she passed away, and I was excited to tell her.  She loved the names, especially Kitiara’s because I named her after my sister.  I asked her if it was okay and she loved the idea.  Until that moment, I had planned to name my oldest Faith, but she loved that I had changed them.  She loved both of my little girls.

Just over eight months later Kitiara was born, and fourteen months after that Faith was.  As I looked at them a few months later, I couldn't help but recognize them from my dream.  Kitiara was running around by the time she was eight months (she didn’t like being on her stomach) and had almost no hair, and Faith was a big baby, with a head full of light brown hair.  As I watch my girls grow up, I know that my sister would have loved them and they each remind me of her in their own special ways. 

Many people have dreams of their family members that have passed on, especially when they are pregnant, this one was very strong for me and I can still remember it seven years later.  I know that my girls are gifts and that I need to take extra special care of them.  I know they were sent to help me through my life while my sister was gone, and she needed to make sure that I was taken care of.  

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