|Grandma, Clementine, and Mom. 2009.|
She came to me in a dream, my grandma. I should've been with her, that day, but I hadn't wanted Charleigh to pass on the croup.
The pediatrician had asked: "Maybe just keep Charleigh from breathing on your grandma?" I had looked at her and shaken my head with sadness. Charleigh's breathing on Grandma had been pretty much the whole point.
So I didn't go to Grandma, but Grandma came to me.
In my dream, she looked into my eyes and said: "There's something wrong with my mind." Then she said it again: "There's something wrong with my mind, and I can't remember things, but bring your children to me, anyway. I can talk to them about what's happening right now.
"I can't remember who you are," she continued, "But you love Jesus, don't you?"
I nodded, grabbed her, sobbed into her shoulder: "I do! I do love Jesus! I love Him so much!"
And patting my back, she said: "Then we're headed to a better place, and I will know you, when we get there."