Sweet Dreams...

So, months and months have passed and I have not made a post.  Those that know me well should not be surprised. I guess it takes something to happen which moves me to get back on my blog spot (a place I wish I could visit more often) but time just gets away from me somehow.  Either something happens or a time of the year happens, and this post must have to do with the time of the year....November.

Next week will be the sixth anniversary of my beloved Grandma Josie's passing.  Grandma was one of the most special people in my life and a special person to most everyone that knew her.  In November of every year, I think of her more than normal and this morning I was awake early thinking about all of the stresses of the day ahead of me.  Kids, cooking, cleaning, doctor visits, dogs, homework--shall I go on?  When I looked at the clock it was 4:30 am too early to get out of bed I thought to myself.  I must have drifted back off to sleep and what happened next has truly inspired my day.

All of a sudden I found myself in my Grandma's bedroom lying in her bed.  I was at her house and my kids were there and my husband.  I could feel myself laying there and feeling as if I was "home".  Then my Grandma came into the room, but I could not see her, she was a dark shadow merely a figure.  She said, "Get up Anne, you need to get going".  The next thing I remember is her sitting on the bed playing with Wyatt and LT.  I distinctly remember seeing Wyatt's face laughing with glee.   Wyatt never met my Grandma.  Then I remember looking out her bedroom window at the neighborhood thinking how does she do this alone when her whole family is gone (meaning her brothers, sisters, Mom and Dad).   All the further detail I can remember is her hair, there were curls and many bald spots and with that there appeared the face of a clock and the feeling of "home" came over me more strongly this time.  And that was the end.

I had woken up thinking Grandma, she's back.  Then shortly after waking I remembered no, she is not back it was all a dream.  Then came the tears as for a moment she was with me again.  Then I remembered what she said in the dream "Get up Anne, you need to get going."  I needed to get going for myself and for my boys and she gave me the strength to do it. 

Grandma has come to me in dreams before, not often at all, maybe one other time but when she does it is so comforting.  I am not sure where it all comes from and some may say I am crazy, but I truly believe we all have a special guardian angel or maybe more than one guardian angel.   I did post the picture of the 1976 half dollar coin (which he used to give me all the time as a kid) I found under my bed after thinking about my Papa a couple of months ago.  Although that was a special moment that I will remember, Papa has never come to me in my dreams.

So what all of this means to me is when my Grandma was alive she used to tell me how hard it was to get older and to see those we love go away.  Boy was she right and her words ring in my head frequently.  At the end of her life she was left having to say goodbye to many family members and now that I am experiencing it in my own life having to start living without those who raised you I know how hard it must have been for her at times.  But today she told me you must move on you must do it for your kids, they need you--just as I had once needed her.   So today I start my day with special thoughts of Grandma and all she has done for me and is still doing for me.  I hope to see her again one day.