I have such fond memories of my grandparents. Growing up, we spent a lot of time with Grandma, Granny, and Pap-Pap. I remember the solitaire card games on weekend visits with Grandma. There were lots of Klondike bars, Cracker Jacks, and Scrabble games with Granny and Pap-Pap. My Granny was the only one who was able to see me get married and have a baby. I would visit her every Tuesday with Frick when he was an infant. In fact, Frick rolled over for the first time in her apartment. All of these beloved people have since passed on, but their memories are alive in my heart and dreams.
Not too long ago, I had a dream that was so realistic, I question the fact that it was a dream. It started with me taking Frick and Frack to the babysitter’s house one morning. When I got there, my grandfather, Pap-Pap, answered the door. I was surprised that he answered the door and quickly threw my arms around him. He hugged me back and said that Granny was waiting in the kitchen with the babysitter. I, of course, ran into the house and hugged Granny as well. I cornered the babysitter in another room and asked her what my grandparents were doing over at her house. She said (and I will never forget), “Well, Mandy, they come here everyday to spend time with Frick and Frack.”
I am still so moved when I think about this dream. I have such comfort that my ALL of my grandparents have come to know my children in some shape or form. Dreams like this are God’s way of telling you that your loved ones are OK and watching over you. What a gift.