Grandmother
2011 01 03
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I had my first dream about my grandmother the other day.
I've drempt about my grandfather a few times over the years since his death; and, while they weren't bad, there was always something emotionally off about them.
This dream, though, was nondescript, pleasant. My grandmother was a check-out girl in a grocery, standing on a high platform as I looked back at her when I was leaving the store. I think we spoke, but I don't remember what it was.
Hardly seems like it's been five months, but it has.