There were a few cottages and houses, were all similar to each other, but different sizes. I knew I had someone to go and that I have the key. I stood at the first house. I stood in front of the stairs, but I felt that it was not here. Next to the cottage was second. It's also not here. I looked around, trying to remember why I came here, I saw people returning to their homes, but also the surroundings, and the people were complete strangers to me.
I walked over to the third, the last house, walked up the wooden stairs and opened the door key. Inside was a cozy hall, wooden floor and a bench. Open a window, through which I saw him scampering garden and chickens. A sparkling lake in the distance. I walked deeper into the house and saw my grandmother ...! Constant wrapped with white fluff, such a delicate and shiny.
Grandma was smiling and she was lucky in his face. And her face was young, beautiful, nieskrzywioną no pain; body erect and his arms outstretched to embrace me. - Hi Monisiu! Come on ... - she said quietly, as if in secret and hugged me lightly and gently. I felt her warmth. I was thrilled that I see her, I thought she was still alive.
Grandma bedroom interior opened the door for me to a completely different room - where there was no cozy - whitewashed walls, cold tiles and stones. On the benches sat in a circle my whole family. I went to my mom, my dad was sitting next to and around bedroom interior my aunts and uncles. All very wept and looked at the suffering. bedroom interior Knelt down at her mother's lap, so to say, do not cry, Mom, grandma dead. When I pulled my hand to indicate his grandmother, the grandmother was gone.
After waking up I realized the dream. Grandma is happy. Living like this wanted - a modest, quiet cabin, alone, in the woods by the lake. It is free from worries and pain. He is wearing angelic fluff. This down - his love wrapped me in a dream as a soft duvet.
I write about this dream, because you know the whole story of my grandmother. Heavily experienced their loss and painfully going through mourning. I miss you. My relationship with my grandmother was strong, unusual. I loved her incredibly tight, and she loved me. When she died, I was scared and worried about what happened to her, what was happening to her, or get into heaven? So I wanted to know that she is happy.
Hello Monika! A moment ago I wrote a long comment to your history. Unfortunately, I do not see it on the site and I do not have the strength to write it from inno- am sjukskriven because of right hand and writing makes me a little bedroom interior trouble and pain. However, I hope you got it and you will be she could read. If non pisze- and therefore just wanted you only convey that I very much like I had a dream about my grandmother, although I did not know then that she dying I did not have as much luck as you. I look eagerly for further entries! Anna Vmmerby (PS. It is sad that I did not know about your existence before you came to Vimmerby!)
Amazing story, very beautiful and smart. This angel down we all need ...
Oh, was she was ....
A beautiful and certainly very important for you sleep. It's fantastic bedroom interior to see our dream of someone very close to us, who is no longer with us. And it is nice to know that this person is happy in the place you left. The dream gives us a lot to think about a gray ordinary people. bedroom interior Regards.
Monika, and although it is regret and longing, came peace :). It is good to read :), your sensitivity is infinite :)
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