Last night I dreamt my grandmother again.
I don’t remember the details or if anyone else was in it, but I hugged her tightly for as long as I could until I realized there was nothing but her empty clothes in my arms.
Whenever I dream her it almost always ends the same: I hug her and tell her I don’t want to let go until I wake up, and she smiles & says “ok” and hugs me back until I actually do wake up.
But this time was different. I was left kind of cold.