One more day with Grandma

Date: 9/27/2017

Last night was a hard one. I had a dream that somehow, my mom was able to pay money in order for my family to have one more day with my grandma who just recently passed away last March due to cancer. It was so realistic, I was in my house, in my bathroom more specifically, brushing my teeth. I hear “Hi my darling” come from the bottom of the staircase, which stopped my heart because it sounded identical to how she used to say it. I slowly walk down the stairs and there she was, wearing her favorite lavender, half zip, pull over she always loved to wear. She still looked thin and sickly, and looked like she was having trouble standing, but she was there. I hugged her, and I could smell her shampoo, and feel the warmth of her. I grabbed her hand, and it felt as soft and warm as it always had, even when she was sick. I started crying asking how this was possible, she said my mom just sent her away to a spa for a while to relax, and that she was never really gone. She started telling me how much she loved me, and how proud she was of how far I’ve come. I look over and my moms sobbing, and I couldn’t stop crying. I’m crying now as I write this. Flash forward and I’m looking at print out pictures of my cousins and aunts being and able to see her again for one more day. Everyone’s crying, but happy. There’s one picture of my mom and two aunts crying, but smiling. My moms holding my grandmas hand, who’s just out of frame except for her hand. Waking up from this dream was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.