8/8/11

Because sometimes these memories lift me up...

(Mom and my Baba. Just ignore the Iron City.)


I know I've told this story before- and I even linked to it yesterday! However, I am telling it again.


It's come to my attention that many beloved members of my mother's family (two brothers and a hundred sisters) have been reading my blog. It brings me great comfort, and I'm hoping that I haven't offended anyone - and have perhaps entertained a time or two. They are certainly happy people, who have been known to bring me to me knees with funny stories.

I'm also PRETTY sure that not many of them know how to follow links. In the spirit of love and family, I offer a glimpse into the night that their mother visited me. I hold this memory close and open it up every now and then...


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 over 10 years now.

Many of you know that she joined my parents who also passed at a young age many years ago. My parents have come to me many times over the years – in my dreams. They never appear together, and come at times when I am in great need of comfort. I am always surprised by these visits and very, very comforted.

Last night I saw my Baba.


I was walking through my school just as normal and normal can be, and as I rounded the corner I bumped into her.


Baba!! HI! What are YOU doing here?” I hugged her very, very hard, and felt the tears squeezing out of my eyes.

“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. She watched me intently, and In the middle of the story she started crying. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked at me.



“Baba, why are you crying? “ I asked, confused.



“Honey, I just miss you so much.”






Then I woke up.





Now, I’m the one who is crying. Again.

15 comments:

Everyday Goddess said...

Their Love never leave us.

Bliss-ings to you and your family!

Brian Miller said...

remember reading this the first time...glad you got that visit...

Rima said...

Oh, I love this so much! I always wish that my grandmother would come to me in a dream but so far nothin'

Ginger said...

thats really sweet.
can i just mention that baba is also an indian term.

Lucia said...

i'm not sure where I heard this but they say when a deceased love one comes to you in dreams that good things will happen to you! I don't know how fast but I guess the faster the better. My dad used to visit me in my dreams alot but in the last year he's been really absent.

Monkey Meanderings said...

I love it when loved ones who aren't with me anymore stop for a visit in my dreams. I spent a wonderful night last week with one of my oldest friends who was taken at a very young age.

Lizzie said...

very comforting. hugs.

CSY said...

You give me goose bumps! I LOVE YOU, VM!

Nan said...

Absolutely lovely. Thank you for sharing this today.

Off to click your ads and drop a little something in your tip jar.

Anyone else care to join me???

That Janie Girl said...

Oh, wow... Beautiful story.

aBroad said...

and Now I am crying.
Love you. C

WhisperingWriter said...

How sweet.

I almost cried reading this.

Just Two Chicks said...

And you miss her so much too. I used to sit under a tree, by my grandmother's grave for hours just to "feel" her. I needed to find some peace, and it was there that I did a lot of soul searching and crying. I loved her so much... she was the only good thing from my childhood. I wish she would come to me in dreams... You're very lucky!!

Joanna Jenkins said...

I cherish those kinds of visits and wish they'd happen more often.

xo jj

Paula @ thewilyweez said...

I love this! It gave me chills.