Whenever I feel sad, frustrated or lost, I always dream of my grandparents. Now that my grandma has left, she appears in my dreams alongside grandpa.
I haven’t been following the literature on dreams lately, but I think dreams are just a figment of our unconscious imagination. I also don’t believe in afterlife.
Mum says that it means my grandparents are still looking out for me and taking care of me even when they’re gone. I think they’re home to me in a way. And when I’m lost and confused, all I want to do is to go home. My unconscious goes towards the home I always knew, the home I can always go to when I need some space.
In my dreams, grandpa (& now grandma) will always be standing by the table in the living room, just smiling and watching me. Grandpa does his classic loud and unapologetic laugh. He’d look at me with pride in his eyes. And grandma is cooking her classic dishes in the kitchen, making sure I always have enough to eat.
They came back to my dream lately. Both happy, smiling and laughing. It’s like them telling me that everything will be ok. And I’m always comforted by their presence even when they’re gone.
Such is life. It starts and it ends. But it never truly ends, for they continue to live through me.
Love,
L