Diet Pepsi, Cigaretts, and Brass Band

I have often wondered if those who have passed on miss us as much as we miss them. As I awoke this morning I believe this to be true without a doubt. My Grandma Winnie always smelled like stale Camels with a hint of Diet Pepsi. And that is what my mouth tasted like as I pounded snooze. Dreaming of a loved one is uplifting and sad at the same time. I miss her, but she gives me some sort of unspoken peace. I'm not sure I can explain it, but today I was brave.

Today I smiled, sang, danced, and conducted my way through the day. I'm not sure I understand what happens while I sleep, but -I'd be okay if she came to visit every now and then, sharing her strength with me.

:o)