Yesterday morning I woke up from such a vivid, intense experience I was almost in tears. I called it a dream, but only because I don't have another word to describe it: it happened while I was asleep, but it felt so incredibly real.
I was at my mother's birthday with a large group of strangers, but I couldn't find my parents or my sister anywhere. There was a large selection of folding chairs set up and the strangers were all listening to a woman singing opera. I walked behind the chairs to try and find my family and the woman finished singing. As everyone stood up to applaud the singer, I saw my Grandma and Granddad were in the back row, applauding with everyone else [Grandma passed about five years ago, Granddad roughly three years ago]. As I came nearer, Grandma turned around, gave me a hug and asked me how I was. I was so completely shocked that, instead of answering I said, "Grandma, Granddad, how are you here?"
Grandma gave a beautiful little laugh, exactly like I remember and took both my hands in hers - her fingers were warm and the wrinkles were soft - and said "We never left." Then Granddad leaned over and gave me hug and a kiss, wearing the same smile he used to wear when I was little, before he stepped back, still smiling widely.
At that point I woke up so suddenly that it was disconcerting. For a moment I wondered where they were, why they'd gone and I wanted them to come back because there were so many things I wanted to tell them. I was almost in tears and I could feel myself shaking.
Once I'd taken a few deep breaths and calmed down, I took stock of what had happened and felt a little bubble of warmth in my heart. Something I've wished for a lot since Grandma and Granddad passed was that heaven had visiting hours or that I could just have a minute more time with them. It was a powerful thing, but on Monday morning I got my wish and they came to see me.
You don't have to like me. I'm not a Facebook post.
Me With No Apologies.