Dancing with the dead
Well, I did it.
I done cried so hard, I broke a blood vessel in my eyeball.
Hard to work with one eye. And it’s my better eye, too, that’s painful as shit.
Luckily it’s not red or deformed. Just annoying.
So last night I went to bed early. And watched “The Long Kiss Goodnight.” Swoon. Still love that film.
I got such a treat.
I dreamed of Old Gram.
I cannot remember the last time I dreamed of her. She was so tiny and cute and full of smiles and hugs.
Oh, I loved this for me.
Mom used to always dream of our relatives and friends who’d crossed over.
She called it “Dancing with the dead.”
I never did till lately.
I love it.
I was thinking about my Gram the other day. How, if she incarnated soon after she passed, she could be 25 by now.
Damn, my grandmother half my age. Imagine.
Seeing Old Gram so young and cute and spirited, I thought, damn, what if SHE incarnated too?
As Gram’s mom once again? Well, probably not possible. They passed 12 years apart. But sisters or best friends? Absolutely.
Anyway, I love that I dream about them and feel them around.
And I really love knowing they could be anywhere in this world where I could run into them again.