Wednesday night I dreamed of my grandmother. I was outside on a patio, in bright sun, there were people milling around, and then…. there she was in front of me, dressed in all white. All white cotton, and a white sun hat. I was overjoyed and I hugged her and started to cry. I had not seen her in such a long time.
She smiled and hugged me back, her bony frame just as it always was. Petite and strong. It felt so familiar to be with her. It also felt like relief. Like she’d been lost to me and I’d found her.
Pulling back from our embrace to study her face, I asked, “How long can you stay?”
She smiled gently and replied, “I’m going to be here for nine years.”
Thrilled, I hugged her even harder.
My grandmother died in 1997 and this was my first dream visit with her. I can only imagine what the next nine years have in store for me, but with her help, I know I can do anything.