I just woke up from a dream that my Grandmother Joy died. She actually passed away 22 years ago, at the age of 87. In my dream I sobbed and sobbed. I woke up with a feeling of sorrow and loss.
I believe that we continue to exist after death, that our spirits move on to the next step of our eternal progression. I believe that my grandmother was freed from the constraints that age had placed on her mind and body. However, even when we feel that it's a release, there is always sorrow in death.
My grandmother was born on October 31, 1901, Halloween. Happy birthday tomorrow, Grandma.
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