Last night I had a dream.
It was my grandma in her wheelchair, except she was more like her old self. Somehow she had gotten help and she could eat better on her own and laugh like I remember and look at me like she knew exactly who I was. So we laughed together and I looked at her as both our eyes filled with tears and I told her how much I had missed her. And before she could say anything in return I woke up crying.
It was the first time in my entire life I'd ever woken up from a dream because I'd been crying. And I'm just not sure what I'm suppose to take from it.