I woke up early from a strange dream last night. I had a visit from my dead grandmother, my Grandma-nor. I was dreaming of something else at first, but then the dream seemed to take a bad turn, and that’s when I found myself back in my own bed. I think my grandmother sent me there. Grandma-nor said that she was cold, so I offered to let her curl up next to me. I tend to run warm. You’d think it would be a creepy dream, but it wasn’t. I loved my Grandma-nor very much. It reminded me of when I was four years old. I came to live with her for a couple of weeks after the middle sister in my family had been born. My grandmother would curl up beside me, and tell me stories, and I remember that was the only time I felt truly “safe” while I was away. Two weeks is a LONG time to a four-year-old, and I didn’t end up coming home until FOUR weeks after my sister was born. That’s a long time, but that’s neither here nor there. Anyway, in my dream, I was curled up under the covers with my grandmother tucked up beside me, her hand on my arm, and we talked. She asked me about my husband, how he was doing, and my kiddo. We had a nice visit. I miss her.