It’s been six months since my grand-mother passed away. She died at the age of 76 because of ventilatory complications; she was as hard-core smoker.
The same night she died I had a dream with her. I can’t remember it at all but we were having a big time just chatting and smoking like chimneys.
Ancients believed dreams were visitations which could predict the future or carry messages. I feel more sympathetic for Freud’s Interpretation Of Dreams: dreams as messages from our deep-self, as a resource of inner knowledge and a key for self-description. But, who knows?
Farewell, Grandmother…
2 Responses to “Farewell Words”
Héctor:
Me fascinó la fotografía, y también la entrada.
Que guapa era tu abuela.
Escucha esta cancion:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfRuarPaMkE
si puedes claro, la letra habla justo de eso…saludos ñ_ñ