grandmother

Date: 8/15/2016

I was walking down a familiar block. I had agreed to help someone while they were out of town in a way I didn't quite understand. they walked me to the mail room which was painted baby blue. she showed me the mailbox and the key. moments later I was with an older woman /my deceased grandmother. I explained I had to check the mail and asked if she would be able to walk that far. I told her that even though I didn't get to spend that much time with her I loved her. we got to the mailroom and I had trouble locating the box. I saw that I had a key with a 3 digit number on it which I used to locate the box. it was stuffed full with documents addressed to me but with my name spelled incorrectly. I called the woman and we discussed her mail