The ReunionAt age 45, life was in an upheaval. I was just divorced, and working my tail off 10 hours a day 6 days a week.
My grandma Ruby had died after a long case of Alzheimer's or senility. She had had viral encephalitis when she was younger and it eventually caught up with her in old age. I was always very close to Grandma. We spent many summers together at her cottage in Bellevue, Nebraska. She had a huge front yard with large Dutch elms where chattering squirrels scampered and provided a dense canopy of shade over her house.
I wasn't sad when she died, because she needed to be released from her diseased body. Her mind was trapped in the total disfunction of her biological brain. I didn't believe in miracles or prophecy. Dreams had no real meaning for me.
I hadn't slept well in at least a year. At this time I was in a 3 month sleep-drought. I went to bed as usual. Expecting not to sleep or if I did, to be awakened by the single ring of a non-existent telephone. (This happened to me several times.) On this night, I must have gone to sleep instantly without even the awareness of it.
What followed was quite extraordinary. I was in the top of a farmhouse overlooking a large back yard with tall bushes around it's perimeter. There were big shade trees like the ones I knew from Bellevue. People were milling around and sitting on chairs under the trees. I was excited. This must be a reunion. But I didn't know the people. I can't even remember their faces now. But as I surveyed the crowd I felt a presence. It was staring at me. I looked, it was a woman. I didn't recognize her though. Then, a pair of astonishing blue eyes were zooming in and enveloping me, and I felt the unspoken, all encompassing message "I love you!" It had impact, like a hug. It was my grandma Ruby! When she pulled back a bit, I could see the resemblance. This Grandma Ruby was much younger than when I had known her. She was not heavy and her hair was thicker and beautifully coiffed in the fashion of the thirties. She had no wrinkles and I could tell from her smile that the teeth were hers and not false anymore.
My mother, who was alive at the time of the dream, came into the room and stood in the doorway. She too looked younger. Her hair was dark auburn again. She was wearing her gray travel suit, which I had always called her "going away suit."
"Gaydie, aren't you ready yet? Everyone is waiting. Your father has already joined them and I'm going now. Hurry up!" She turned to leave. Gaydie was the childhood nickname my Grandma Ruby had given me.
"I'm trying!" I said as I frantically looked around the floor. "But I can't find my other shoe!" I was so upset that I would miss the reunion. I awoke directly after this dream. I had only been asleep an hour or two, and did not go back to sleep as usual, which makes this most peculiar. I never had dreams when I was in the throes of insomnia.
Mom was always the sick one. My father had left us when I was a baby because of Mom's heart condition. In the dream, which was much more real and more like a vision, I knew she was speaking of not a stepfather, but my biological father. When I awoke, I didn't understand the dream.
I knew it was meant to tell me my father would die and then Mom, but it didn't make sense. My father was in much better health than Mom. But that's exactly how it turned out. Dad died in 2002 and Mom followed in 2004. The purpose of the dream, I think, was Grandma Ruby who was a staunch believer, was sending me a message of love and hope. The part about Mom and Dad, was to show me that I could believe in the dream (the reunion) because the prophecy of the dream would come true.