Last night I had a dream of my grandma again. It had been nine long months since the last time she’d visited.
If you’ve read my book, you’ll understand how meaningful a visit from my Grandma — who has been deceased for seven years now — is to me. My Grandma’s spirit, above all else, has been instrumental in leading me into my mediumship.
When Grandma first died, she came to me often. I felt elated to know I had a special guide on the other side offering me advice and love. The love I felt when I saw her was indescribable. Somehow it felt like I could float off the bed in my dreams.
And her last visit could not have been better timed.
In the dream, Grandma shows up in the backseat of a truck with me. At first, I don’t look at her because I don’t believe she’s really there. It’s been so long! But eventually I turn and look to the left, and there she is. It’s her face; it’s really and truly her face.
I ecstatically shout out, “Grandma!” Her face is glowing, round, and beautifully wrinkled. With a big smile, she clearly says, “You are back now.” And then she spoke a native word, a nickname of some sort for me. It felt like her way of expressing her approval of me and where I was at in life. Unfortunately, when I awoke, I couldn’t remember the word.