How Does Your Brain Know?

Last night I woke up from a dream. I was in my grandmother’s old house, with several other family members, and a tour guide of some sort was walking us through the house and describing changes and updates that had been made – only it wasn’t the sort of stuff you would expect like a new bathroom or new floors – she was showing us actual items that belonged to my grandmother and describing how they had been modified…it was all just very weird.

I love this picture of her: the dress, the clutch, the cars...what a great era.
I love this picture of her: the dress, the clutch, the cars...what a great era.

I woke up and lay in bed pondering it for awhile before realizing what the date wasΒ  – 5 years ago this week my grandmother passed away. When I nudged my husband and began to describe my dream to him he sleepily mumbled, “You always dream about her this time of year.”

Fishing in a halter top...saucy lady!
Fishing in a halter top...saucy lady!

It’s true..before I consciously take note of the date on the calendar, my brain somehow acknowledges the anniversary of my Nanny’s death – and each year since she passed away, I have all sorts of dreams involving her and her home. Sometimes they are memories of past events – sometimes they are very real, and very much in the present, and I can clearly recall that as I’m dreaming of having a conversation with her, my mind is simultaneously telling me not to wake up, because as soon as I do – she’ll be gone again.

nanny and mom with me in 79

Lil’ G is almost the exact age Miss A was when my grandmother died…and I so wish she could have known both my girls…hopefully, somehow, she does.

With a very tiny Miss A.
With a very tiny Miss A.

I miss you Nanny, and love you so very much.

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