I had a visit from my grandmother last night. Now, this might not be unusual for most people, but my grandmother has been dead for about 10 years now. As many of you know, my parents also died many years ago. (This is important to know for the story.) My parents have come to me many times over the years – in my dreams. They never appear together, and come to me at times when I am in great need of comfort. I am always surprised by these visits, but very, very touched.
Last night I saw my grandmother. I was walking through my school, and as I rounded the corner I bumped into her. This was our conversation.
“Baba, HI! What are YOU doing here?” I hugged her very, very hard.
“Well, I just wanted to see you. I want you to know how much I love your column. I read it all the time. Please, can you tell me a funny story? Tell me a funny story right now.”
And so, I proceeded to tell her a funny story. In the middle of the story she started crying. Tears were streaming down her face as she intently looked at me.
“Baba, why are you crying? “ I asked.
“Honey, I just miss you so much.”
Then I woke up.
Now, I’m the one who is crying. Again.
(I had to slip this one back in. It's dear to my heart.....)