A couple of days ago I woke up.
I felt all cozy and happy and at peace.
I dreamt of my grandma. She visited me in my dreams. I can’t remember what the dream was about.
When I awoke, I wanted to fall back asleep. So bad. But it did not happen.
My grandma passed away a couple of years ago, but I am a great believer when it comes to the dead visiting you (in different ways).
Usually it would be on halloween, or in form of a robin. This time it was in my dream.
I like to believe that we had a nice conversation about everything that has been going on in my life recently.
I am sure every now and again she would have started a sentence with
“Oh well child…”, just like she used to do when she wanted to open my eyes about certain things.
When she was still alive, I would call her whenever I felt bad. Or even when I needed advise for random things. Or just to talk. I would always call her…
Nowadays when I feel sad the first thing that comes to my mind is, to call her. Still after so many years. And then realisation hits. I can’t call her. She is not here anymore. She can’t give me advise and reassure me that everything will work out eventually.
But I am very certain, that in my dream she did just that!
She told me I will find my way and that everything will be just like I imagine it will be. And I am sure, she hugged me and held me tight only the way she could.
I am sure she was happy to hear, that I found someone who takes care of me and who protects me so she doesn’t have to worry.
When I woke up I felt loved and save. She came when I needed her the most.
Thank you, Grandma.
I love you.
Until the next time.