This morning, Renee came to me to tell me that she had been dreaming about Mom again. I think that she's very lucky to have this special connection with Mom; whether or not you believe in that kind of stuff, the conversations that the two of them have are so realistic to me that it's hard to discount the idea of it.
Either way, in this dream, Renee asked her Grammy what it felt like to die. Such a serious question, but so Renee.
In typical Grammy fashion, Mom said to her, "That is classified information, Renee."
Yup...no nonsense Grammy! Mark laughs how she would always tell you like it was, but do it in such a way that there was no way that you could be angry or resentful towards her.
I miss the twinkle in her eye and her spunky self so very much.