Half and Half

Half and Half

Ever have one of those half awake, half asleep dreams ?
A dream that seems so real while experiencing, but slowly evaporates when you wake up… ?

hmmm

I was at Gramma’s house, upstairs. The adult version of  me standing in front of the bed I would, !! dibs !!  every time we visited. There I was, fluffing pillows, blankets, with the calmest, most wonderful feeling of comfort and belonging. Downstairs in the kitchen, waited Gramma and Auntie, talking, laughing, coffee-ing, patiently anticipating my arrival, knowing I would be with them after I finished up my this and thats.

Fully awake, and thinking about things now, I’m reminded of another p.m. image. This one was a few months after Mom died and, in it, I saw CLEAR. AS. DAY., my mama and her auntie, arm in arm, not a care in the world, strolling along in a fantastically bright, beautiful, happy place. The dream me, sooooo wanted to join their glee, but I was on the other side of a humongous, glass door, unable to catch their attention ’cause where they were, they were delighted.

🙂 🙂

Which segues me to one more in between, elusiveness.

WHY do you worry ??!?? Don’t you know, I’ve got your back ?? he whispered. Jesus, that is. And days later, I still hear that voice, I feel that vibe

& hmmm, half and half dreams …

hmmm.

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