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.