Mom suggested that I keep this private but I felt that this was too touching not to share. As you all know my grandma passed away in February. We all miss her, me especially. This is a story about how God allowed me to see her...one last time.
Last night I had a dream. In that dream I'm in the library at her house. We are sitting in the chairs, she is dressed in her Sunday best, hair all done up. I must have sat there in the time frame of the dream something like 5 minutes just trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Here was the one person who I miss with every fiber of my being, sitting here with me. I finally worked up the courage to speak and I said, "Grandma, is that you?" She turned to me, smiled, then said, "Well Darin, how are you." I then tried to verify that it was her and she replied back and I knew it was her. This wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. I then opened up and told her that the family misses her and that things have changed. I told her that her death had a deep impact on me. She said that she knew. I then told her that there was a good chance that the church that we all went to might dissolve. The look on her face changed from cheerful to concern and sadness. I told her that I felt that people seemed to be in a power struggle to make their points. I said I feel as if we haven't practiced christian conflict resolution enough. She didn't say anything but she appeared to already know what was going on. I then asked her if she wanted to hear the letter I wrote for her. She said she already had it. At the very end we hugged and I felt hair on my cheek. When I woke up I still felt as if there was hair on my cheek but there wasn't anything there.
Now I don't want to make people panic but this dream makes me want to go be with here even more. To heck with this world, I want to go where my grandma is.
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30 Dec 2012 06:36 CET
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