I have heard that dreams are often what you make them. They can be something you really want, something you are worried about. I think dreams are signs and have meaning.
Last night my grandparents visited me in my dream. It was beautiful and amazing, and heartbreaking at the same time. I knew, in my dream, that they were no longer with us but everyone was so excited to have another chance with them.
It took place at an old park (like Pioneer Park, where we had so many of our family reunions) but it was even better; it was some place that meant so much to my grandpa. I arrived in their truck, with my grandpa driving. I never got to see his face but I was ok with it because I KNEW it was him. My grandma was sitting next to me, I was eating some pumpkin pie. She stole my crust and picked at the pieces left over. I remember thinking in my head 'take a picture, she look so pretty' but I just couldn't get myself together enough to take the picture.
I noticed that we arrived at the park, my mom, aunt, and uncles were there. Everyone was much younger but I was the same age. My brother was teeny tiny and my sister had super long hair! Papa wanted to go for a walk and explore this place, he seemed to know the way around like it was an old neighborhood or something. I asked his kids to go along with, and of course we all did...and everyone was happy.
When it was time to say goodbye, I hugged my grandma and told her how I missed her and loved her so much! My goodbye with my grandpa was much harder because it was then that I realized he wasn't talking. My hug with him was super long because he was telling me stuff through my brain and I just remember sobbing and being so happy. I don't remember what he said, and that doesn't matter. Just the feeling of having them here was beyond beautiful.
Sometimes I forget how much I miss them.