by Cris

Created on: March 15, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Last night I dreamt about my grandmother.
She was so happy to see me.
She kissed me and acted like everything was alright, like she always did. I saw it in her eyes that she was surprised to see me. She pulled me close and gave me a big hug. I cried.

How can love lost hurt so much?
How can it be that I see her years later in my dreams? It's like she put herself there just for me to see that she is ok. I wish I could go back to that dream. I wish I could smell her sweet purfume and feel her soft skin against mine again. I wish she could see who i've grown up to be. I wish I could know if she was proud of me or not.

In her eyes, she told me a story.

Of a woman who cared, and still left this world too soon.

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