Grandma

For some reason last night my Grandma was in my dreams. It will be five years this Thanksgiving since she has passed. I suppose my deep longing to hug her again is why she popped up in my sleep.

I was able to hug her, breath in her scent, see her smile, hear her laugh, and talk to her. All five of my senses were able to refill the emptiness of my longing to be in her presence one more time.

Grandma, I love you.