It was just a dream
Last night I had a dream about my Grandmother. For those who don’t know my grandmother passed last year after a short battle with cancer. She was my favorite person on the entire planet. I love all my friends and family but my grandmother was the most important person in my life. The whole world could wake up one day and decide to hate me but I know she would’ve been the one person still on my side. In this dream she alive again but very sick. She, my siblings, and I were all at her old house, the one we grew up in. The one my mother and her siblings grew up in. Located on 139th St in Cleveland, OH, today it’s vacant. We were all rushing trying to get her things together before she had to pass again.
Everything from documents to pictures, to family keepsakes, even cars parked outside. Everything had to be in order before she had to pass again. It was weird because we all knew that she had passed on again and were confused but went along with getting everything together. Randomly, there were two little girls from down the street who wanted some food and to meet my Grandmother. I gave them food but told them that although my Grandmother was a sweet lady, they couldn’t meet her because she was very sick and would have to die again. I didn’t want them to get close to her and be sad from her passing so I sent them away. The dream ended with my Grandmother yelling my name and telling me she had to “go on to Glory again” and she fell over and passed. I started yelling my siblings’ names to get them to help me help her up and try to keep her from dying again. I woke up crying because the dream felt entirely too real but semi-relieved that it hadn’t been. The day has had a small cloud over it ever since and it doesn’t help that it’s a gloomy day outside. [Read more…]