I haven't seen her in over six years. I've thought about her. But I can't remember her once showing up in my dreams in the last six years.
Until a couple weeks ago. I don't even remember what the dream was about. I just remember being surprised to see her and that she was smiling so big and was so happy. She kept telling me how proud she was.
I had even forgotten about that dream until Friday when someone commented on a bridal picture of me on Facebook. "A dark haired combo" of her and my mom is what she said. My heart swelled at the compliment.
My grandmother was many things. And I was only beginning to get a clearer picture of the person she was besides my grandmother when she died.
I found myself last night looking at pictures from my wedding day wondering what she would have said to me if she had been there. I like to think she would have looked like she did in my dream a couple weeks ago.
Smiling so big and so happy to see me happy. And telling me how proud she is.