Monday, February 18, 2008
What Goes Around Comes Around
Today I was sitting in my rocker/recliner reading a newspaper and I dozed off. I heard this voice saying "Grandma, wake up -- Grandma Wake up! Look at this." I did not wake up -- I dreamt that Mother was here and Jonathan was trying to wake her up. I opened my eyes to help him out, and swoosh it is 20 years later and it is Alex calling to me.
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Ok I won't talk about...for a while.
What an interesting dream. Kind of spooky too, for you?
When David was about a week old I heard him cry, changed him, fed him and couldn't understand why he was still crying. I had dreamed the change and feeding.
Wasn't really spooky -- it was ok --to be in that time & place in which I would like to remember Mother. Too often her last years fog my memories too much.
And to wake up and see dear Alex, that's always a delight.
That brought back a flood of memories of watching a grandbaby shaking her by the arm, trying to wake up Grandma. Starting with Cindy and going all the way down to Faith.
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