In the month or so after my grandmother’s death (which was March 2 IIRC), she appeared in my dreams rather frequently. Usually, the whole family would be around and, in one way or another, we would all acknowledge her passing (casually saying things like “she’s dead” even though we all saw her and were speaking with her seconds prior). In one dream, a nurse was there and even made up some technobabble nonsense as to why she was still awake even though she was “dead.” In the last of those dreams, I hugged her and told her that I loved her, and then woke up. I assumed it was my brain giving me some strange sort of closure or something.
Well, the other night it happened again, even though she hadn’t appeared in any dreams since back in the spring. This time, it was Thanksgiving day, and my parents, siblings, uncle, uncle’s crazy ex-girlfriend, and Mimi were all there. Yet again, we acknowledged her passing, casually while eating with her and again as most of the family sat around to watch whatever football game was on. She even mentioned it herself and said that she would be dead again soon. She didn’t appear as a zombie or anything, she seems as healthy as she was when I was little.
Anyway, I’m rambling. I’m still a bit shaken over this though. It’s probably all linked to my intense fear of my inevitable adulthood.
