I was younger when most of my elderly relatives passed and I didn’t appreciate the time I was able to spend with them. I now value the time that I have with all of the people I am surrounded by now more than ever.
I had a wonderful dream about my grandfather Desmond Wood not too long ago. I was in his Arizona desert home as I remember it as a child and he and I were sitting in the dimly lit den. I can remember looking around and knowing that I was in a different time and that I was indeed in a dream.
We sat close and talked about what was on his mind and what was on my mind. We chatted for what seemed to be hours. I was able to tell him how everybody was doing and got him caught up on the politics of the day. He loved politics. I was able to tell him how much we missed his sense of humor and missed his company. It seemed perfectly normal to be having this conversation with him. Even though it was in a dream-state.
I thought I had forgotten the details of his persona. I remember looking into his eyes and listening to the cadence of his voice and the forgotten pat of his hand and the familiarity of his infectious smile.
I woke up feeling as though I had accomplished a great deal with my meeting with Grandfather. I felt as though I had received a gift…
I now know that it is possible to talk with an individual from the past with out having to break any natural laws of physics or cross over any moral taboo minefields. I only hope that one night you will turn over on your pillow and be faced with the same type of reality that I came in contact with. It will hopefully fill you with the same type of serenity and comfort that I experienced.
Shannon R Killman
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