Two nights ago I had a dream where my mom, my grandmother and I were on a trip. My grandmother was very sick, and at one point in the dream, my mom called me into a bedroom to say goodbye to her. I said goodbye, and that I would miss her, and my grandmother died. I woke up at 6am, emotionally affected. The grandmother from the dream did, in fact, die within the last year.
I spoke to my mom the following morning, told her about the dream, and how I had almost called her at 6am the night before to check in. She thinks for a moment, and then has a realization - a year ago this day, she was here visiting me in New York, and got a call from her mother’s doctor. My grandmother was on the brink of death, and my mom should return home as soon as possible. The call came at 6am on the same night as my dream, exactly one year earlier.
Tonight I spoke with my brother for the first time about the dream. He got a thoughtful, almost amused look on his face. Wow, he said. Two nights ago I had a dream about Nanny, too.
Sometimes we’re even more connected to our families than we thought we were.
