My strange dreams about missing grandparents...
For me, the year of 2012 was by the worst so far. My grandmother and my grandfather, Draginja and Ranko, respectively, both died in less than 20 days. I've been familiar with their angelic smiles from the very moment I was brought on this world. They helped my parents to raise me and turn me into an honest and respectful person. As a child, I was feeding on their love. I can hardly recall a single day when we didn't talk to eachother, either by phone or in person. God has ruthlessly taken them away from me. Grandpa died on October 3th of severe complications on colon (cancer metastasis that originated from his prostate) and my grandma got sick and 5 days later she died of ALL (she died on October 22nd). I've managed to stay sane with the help of my parents.
Sometimes, I talk to them in my dreams (in my dreams I know they're dead) and everytime I wake up, I'm not sad, but happy and reinvigorated for seeing them and having spent some time with them, as the dreams are the most realistic I've ever had. Maybe they are up there somewhere, watching over me... I just have this sort of weird feeling that they know about everything what's going on with my family and closest relatives, like they're not dead, like their souls are with me all the time... I guess I'll never find that out.
There is one interesting thing about one of my dreams. I was in my house and I called my grandma, knowing she's dead, and knowing no one will answer. I was surprised, but she answered and I was like: "Oh, grandma! It's you? But how?" She responded: "I don't know. Sloba's wondering, too." (Sloba is her second daughter, my aunt, my mother's sister). Then I asked her: "Granny, tell me, please, how is it like there?" (I was thinking about heaven, afterlife, how does it look like). Then she said: "I am not allowed tell you." I asked: "But please, at least tell me do you feel comfortable? Is it nice?" "Yes, it is. And yes, I am", she responded. Then I talked to her about various thing (can't remember what kind of things), and then I mentioned some of her weird and funny words she used to say, after which she told me: "Come on, don't goof around, hurry up, I don't have much time left". Couple of seconds after that, I woke up.
I called my aunt and asked if she had dreamt grandma. Suprisingly, she said that she had, and that she was in grandma's appartment. She also mentioned that grandma was in a hurry and that she was speaking something about not having much time. That moment I felt cold breeze coming up my spine. It's like our dreams were connected somehow... I told her about my dream and she was surprised, too.
Maybe there is something more that science cannot explain. Maybe souls do exist and maybe, when somebody dear and close to us dies, their spirit watches over us and keeps us away from harm.
Ranko and Draginja, you will always stay in my heart. Loves you your grandson,
P.S. English is not my maternal language, but I hope there are not many grammar mistakes. Thank you for reading my story.