I'm not sure why but I've been having so many dreams lately of my Grandma Lucky's old house.
Its the house I grew up in and its amazing how real they seem. The sounds, the smells, the placement of the furniture, the potholes in the driveway, everything. Its exactly how I remember it being.
I always wake up from it wishing that I could have stayed asleep longer. It makes me feel close to her - crazy as it may sound.
I miss that amazing lady. So very much.
Not crazy at all. In the months after my dad died I dreamt about him all the time. I cherish some of those dreams as much as my memories of him.
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