The other night I had a dream. I don’t call it dreams when my grandmother comes to visit me since I know it’s actually her.
My grandmother visits me often when I sleep. She never actually speaks to me, she is just there with her trademark radiance. Just writing about her makes me tear up… she was one in a million. I had never lost someone I cared so deeply about until she died last June.
Now usually she is there by herself. When I first started dreaming her, I always dreamt about her in her home- which was her mecca. She loved her home so much. I knew this meant that she hadn’t passed on yet- she was still in her home and I was dreaming her there. I know this sounds wacky, but like Ive mentioned before I have always had some strange sixth sense which I try to tune out.
But when I visited my grandparents home in June, I didn’t feel her there. She had passed on. This makes me happy because I know that she is in a better place.
Getting back to the other night, I dreamt her- but she brought someone else. My other grandmother!
I never met my father’s mother since she died a year before I was born. I only know her through pictures and not stories as my father hardly ever mentions her.
So in the dream it was my grandmother who brought my other grandmother with her. It was as if she introduced me to her. It was so nice!
It really made me emotional when I woke up. Call me crazy or anything else you want- but this did happen.