Hailey and I visited Etta this afternoon. She looked better than I had expected. She still had some swelling on her head but otherwise seemed almost her chipper self. During our visit, Etta told me that she had so many dreams last night. She explained, "I woke up and could have sworn it was real...it was like nothing I have ever experienced before!" When I asked her if she was able to recall any of the dreams, she said, "Ohhh YES! I had a dream about James." She proceeded to tell me that in her dream, James came to her bedside to check on her because he knew she had taken a fall. She said he laid next to her for a short while and then told her that he had to go. She said, "He told me not to stay too much longer and to come back." She didn't provide any other details other than just how real and vivid he was to her. She said she was happy she got to see him in the dream, but sad when she realized it wasn't real. I got chills up my back wondering whether she really had a dream or was it something more? During my other grandmother's final months, she would often tell me about seeing others that had gone before her- stories about her mother and daddy, her husband, her little sister. I'm sure I am reading into it, but you just never know!
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