I shared this dream before, but it was about my mother, a year or two after she passed. I had not been able to be at her deathbed, but my three younger siblings were. So I felt badly about not getting a chance to say good-bye.
In the dream I was entering a cathedral. My mother was a devout Catholic in life and it didn't surprise me that the dream should take place there. I walked down the aisle and saw my mother sitting in one of the pews. Overjoyed, I came to sit next to her and she turned to me and smiled. There was such a look of joy in her eyes, and she looked about thirty years old. She held me tightly but did not speak, and I felt such love from her. In life we had often been at odds, and like most children I had often doubted her love. But at that moment I felt healed of all the anger, animosity and resentments. I woke nearly weeping with joy, and have been at peace with her passing every since.