I wanted to share this small experience I had about a month ago.
I was dreaming I was in my grandmother’s house with all my relatives, like the gatherings we used to do when I was a kid. All my cousins and uncles were present and I was looking for my grandmother who had been in delicate health.
I looked into the open door of her bedroom but her bed was empty. I frowned, “where is she?”, I thought. “She can’t really go anywhere else. Were is she supposed to be?”, she had been technically bedridden for the last month. I turned around and… there she was. Sitting on her usual spot at the dinner table with a knowing smirk on her face, just looking at all of use gathered there at the house.
I stared. I felt this was something important. This had significance, more than simply “Oh look, she got better”, but something I couldn’t quite put my finger on at that moment.
Then I woke up. I open my eyes quite aware, without that usual sleepy haze of the early mornings. On the following seconds, my cellphone alarm went off. I stretched myself to pick the phone and dismiss the alarm. As soon as I was going to place it back on the bedside cabinet, the phone rang.
It was my mother. My mouth made a thin line as the realization struck me.
I knew what she was going to say. I answered.
“Yes? Mom?”
There was a small pause on the other side, just confirming what I thought.
“… My love. You granny just passed away”
-I know- I closed my eyes and silently nodded to myself.
That day I took a plane to another state for her funeral and all the family gathered on her house just as I had dreamed that day. It was an eerie experience to say the least. Was it her way of saying goodbye? I would like to believe so.
