I had to write this down while it's still fresh. I had a wonderful dream last night. In it, I called Grandma Bea. We planned to go shopping, eat dinner together, and possibly spend the entire night at her little apartment. I picked her up, and she chose Target as our shopping spot. Weird things happened in between such as me parking in a spot I shouldn't have resulting in my car being towed. Irrelevant.
My grandmother passed away when I was 15. There was no Target during her life. She never saw me drive, graduate high school, college, get married...never met my children. I always felt her and missed her during all of these monumental life events. Especially at the birth of each of my children. She would LOVE my kids.
What was relevant for me? The last time she was in my dreams was a few months after her death. I do believe in the idea that our dream state can be a portal for souls to enter. After that first dream, I really did gain a sense of peace, a sense that she was okay, and that dark lost feeling eased a bit. Did she actually visit me then? Did she visit me last night? I woke up with a smile on my face and a whisper on my lips. "Hi, Grandma. It felt so good to see you again."
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