Not world equality. Sadly world issues don't haunt my slumber. This was instead about...um me. Don't be all shocked.
It was actually more about my beloved Grandmother.
Here she is with Grandpa and my Uncle.
We were in the living room. All my family instantly know that means at my Grandmother's house, it was the central hub of the family. She was different though, thin and physically fast. She looked like she did here but older.
She came up to me and wrapped me up in the strongest sweetest hug. It took all of me. She was butterfly's wing above above five feet but strong. So strong she could hug the breath out of you. She wrapped up in the hug she whispered, "I love you." I didn't answer back. I was still in shock of her petite figure and that she, a women dead for two years was so stinking strong.
She pulled back, and caught me with her warm gaze knowing I needed to say it too. It was enough to bring me back, "Grandma, I love you." As the last of the words slipped out she and the dream melted away into my subconscious. Waking me with its loss.
My Grandmother passed two years ago. She took her last breath in that living room that was our central hub. She waited for my sister and I to reach her side. She let go when it was just her and I in the room. At that moment my mind was flooded with a single memory, I was back in the minivan she drove. It was the one with the "Watch out for the Kangaroos bumper sticker." She and I were talking on the way to get her hair done. I asked her if it was scary being in the room with someone you loved that had died. She described the moment my Grandfather passed, "I've seen babies come in the world and that is beautiful but this was different. It was one of the most beautiful moments I has witnessed." I felt it, she was right. I have thought back to that numerous times. I never said goodbye before she passed. I couldn't.
Dreams are perfection.
I love you Grandma.
It was actually more about my beloved Grandmother.
Here she is with Grandpa and my Uncle.
We were in the living room. All my family instantly know that means at my Grandmother's house, it was the central hub of the family. She was different though, thin and physically fast. She looked like she did here but older.
She came up to me and wrapped me up in the strongest sweetest hug. It took all of me. She was butterfly's wing above above five feet but strong. So strong she could hug the breath out of you. She wrapped up in the hug she whispered, "I love you." I didn't answer back. I was still in shock of her petite figure and that she, a women dead for two years was so stinking strong.
She pulled back, and caught me with her warm gaze knowing I needed to say it too. It was enough to bring me back, "Grandma, I love you." As the last of the words slipped out she and the dream melted away into my subconscious. Waking me with its loss.
My Grandmother passed two years ago. She took her last breath in that living room that was our central hub. She waited for my sister and I to reach her side. She let go when it was just her and I in the room. At that moment my mind was flooded with a single memory, I was back in the minivan she drove. It was the one with the "Watch out for the Kangaroos bumper sticker." She and I were talking on the way to get her hair done. I asked her if it was scary being in the room with someone you loved that had died. She described the moment my Grandfather passed, "I've seen babies come in the world and that is beautiful but this was different. It was one of the most beautiful moments I has witnessed." I felt it, she was right. I have thought back to that numerous times. I never said goodbye before she passed. I couldn't.
Dreams are perfection.
I love you Grandma.
Thank you for stopping by my blog. I see by one of your earlier posts you were wishing for some snow in wet Texas. I would gladly box some up for you....we have about 12 inches right now and it is still snowing. Funny how we always think the grass is greener. Love your writing by the way! Blessings to you!
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful. So lovely. Thank you for writing about this.
ReplyDeleteAfter my grandmother passed away, maybe 6 months to year after the fact, I was walking in the grocery store, and felt her hand just touch mine. That feeling was so vivid and unmistakable. I looked up and saw an elderly woman shopping further down the aisle. Perhaps, the lady jogged a memory. I hardly think it was a paranormal visit, but it sure made me miss her more and try to revisit our times together.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your beautiful memories.