Last night I had a really sad dream about Nana. I dreamed we were sitting on a swing together in Mom’s backyard. Her body was there, but she was still supposed to be dead. It was more like I was with her spirit. I was very emotional, crying the entire time. I was telling her about all the dreams I ever had about her. I told her about the dream where I walk through their New York Street house looking desperately for a sign of them, but cannot find anything except dust and old chips. As I told her this, I was still crying, hurting. Then I told her about the good dreams I’ve had. I told her about the dream when I meet her at a coffee house and visit with her while drinking coffee. I cried while telling her this. The really strange part of my dream was that she didn’t seem to care about anything I was telling her. She never responded. As a matter of fact, I never remember even seeing her face. All I ever saw were her shoes.