A visit from granie

A visit from granie

Grannie was 85, 5 feet tall, 45 kilos, maybe. Grannie’s words were orders. Rodica, her daughter was 60, tall, big; Rodica’s voice was like thunder. However, when grannie was coming to her house for a visit, Rodica was hiding in the garage to smoke. That’s how granny was.

I did not talk with granny much. Words were not required for me and her. Our souls were in a silent touch. No other additional items necessary. When she was talking to me, was like “Ok, let’s act this world-like. We might as well since we are here”.

After granny died I dreamt of her. She was living on a green hill, with white small flowers. Her house was white, her soul at peace, as always. “I am all right”, she said. A while later, I am with Nico, another granddaughter of hers’. “I dreamt of granny”, Nico said. “She was living on a green hill, in a white house. There were white flowers everywhere. She said “I am all right”.

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