G.G’s Train to Heaven

In the last few months of my mother’s life (She died of Alzheimer’s disease in 2008) she had very lucid moments. Crystalline almost. One was a memory of being a small girl, lying on her back in a field of clover next to her Border Collie Mars, watching the clouds above. Another was a reoccurring dream. She described it as trying to climb on board a train in the station. Every time she made it up the metal steps and into the railroad car a woman, in a yellow dress, would tell her to get off the train. She was very emotional when she talked about it. I was telling my daughter Melanie about it one evening as Tessa was drawing at the table. Half an hour later Tessa who was four, gave me this picture to give to G.G. (Her Great Grandmother) Problem solved!

This is G.G. with a huge smile, in purple (her favorite color) walking through a rainbow followed by her dog Mars, successfully, climbing onto a train being driven by Tessa, who also has a huge smile. I even think Mars is smiling. Tessa has indicated the climbing motion at G.G’s feet. The train’s headlight shines on Angels. G.G. wanted it hung on the wall where she could look at it from her pillow. I know that’s where she went when she died. Sweet Tessa had cleared the way.