I wish I had a picture to share, but I haven’t seen her since high school, and she passed away three or four years ago. Her name was Tanya Little.

She came to me in a dream this morning. I was at my dad’s house, lying on the couch. It seemed like there had been a party of some kind. Everyone had gone. Then Tanya appeared. She walked over to the couch and leaned down to hug me as she was leaving; at least, I assumed she was leaving.

At first, I did not recognize her. It wasn’t until she smiled at me that I realized who she was, and she knew that I knew. So she gave me another hug, bigger and tighter.

Then I had another realization, or rather remembrance, that she had left us already years before. I realized at that moment she had come specifically to see me. I was overwhelmed by her act of kindness.

You see, before she died, I had been trying to contact her. I wanted tell her how sorry I was for the way I treated her when we were kids, and to ask for forgiveness. When I was young, I didn’t know how to be around girls nor how to treat them.

I touched her inappropriately. Maybe I was no different from any other teenage boy at the time, but I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew better. My behavior was not welcomed by Tanya, but She always just laugh it off. She was a very sweet person. It wasn’t until I was an adult and had become a Christian, and years later that I repented. I regret so much of my behavior while young. I was an idiot. That’s the only way I can phrase it.

I knew God had forgiven me, but I wanted to apologize to Tanya and ask for her forgiveness. If I could have done it face to face I would have. Only I didn’t know that at the time I was trying to contact her, she was fighting for her life against cancer. I found out when her husband posted on Facebook that she had lost her battle against the disease.

I was heartbroken. Such things shouldn’t happen to people with such sweet spirits. I missed my chance to say how sorry I was for the way so treated her. In my heart I’d hoped that somehow she would know that I was remorseful for what I had done.

In the dream, in that last embrace, I knew that she had forgiven me. “You came to see me!,” I exclaimed. She held tighter. I felt released and loved. She was gone and then I woke up.

Death is no barrier for God. All things are possible with God. We are all connected in the Spirit Thanks to Jesus.