A Vision...or a Dream?

Last Fall, I had this picture in my mind. It remained on my "front burner" for several months. I'm not sure if it was a vision...or if it was a dream.
Mom and I had been traveling together. We were in no hurry...just walking along. We met people on the way and enjoyed their company...but they were only temporary companions...they were not full partners in our journey.
I knew that our final destination was a beautiful home, where a grand party was in progress. I was not on the guest list...yet, but mom's invitation was tucked away safely in my bag. Neither of us had been to this place...but I knew we were on the right path. The plan was that I would walk with her up to the front porch and ring the doorbell. When the door would open, I would give her a kiss goodbye and see her safely inside. Then I would head back home.
As Fall turned to Winter...it was as if I had zoomed in on that picture. The road we had been traveling had come to an end. We were now resting on a split rail fence. Not speaking...just sitting together at the property's edge...spending some last moments together before we parted ways. The house was lovely. It was a white, large home with lots of windows. We could hear laughter and music from where we sat. Mom recognized many of the folks inside. I could tell she was anxious to join them. Together, we slid off the fence and began walking towards the house. The grass had that freshly cut smell and was soft on our feet. Everything looked so inviting. I couldn't blame mom for wanting to go in...nor could I shake the overwhelming sadness I felt at letting her go. On the porch, we shared a hug. A big hug. I gave her a kiss. Before I could even ring the doorbell, the front door opened wide and I heard the voices from inside call out, "Lois! Welcome! We're so glad you are here! We've been waiting for you!" Mom stepped in and the door closed. The party continued inside...and I was left standing on the porch.
Our trip was completed. I had done what I had promised to do...stay with her until we reached what was really her destination. What a wonderful journey we shared. Someday, that home will be my destination. I am certain that when I finally arrive...mom will make her way to the front of the crowd to be one of the first to welcome me in.