It has been well over a decade since my paternal grandmother died. Over the years I have been given the gift of having some dreams about her–however she was never actually in them.. only her vacant house and her empty garden. Last night, that changed. I had a dream that we were saying goodbye to her house and her life (a long time after mind you) and she was in it.. she gave me a great big hug and whispered “where did the time go?” and finally “I love you.’ Even though it was a dream it felt like magic.. My dream ended with me asking her, "Do you believe in God” and ….boom. The alarm clock began to do its early morning magic-buster.. I never got an answer.. But I know that she loves me.. Ironically, this was also the first dream in which my son was actually in it–I have been a dad for two and a half years but this was a first.. I was showing my son Ayden a pear tree she had.. I found an old toy in her house..
But as for that potent God question?
Alarm clock.
