




I used to wonder what the mommies and daddies would do when they woke up in the morning from a bad dream. I think I asked my mommy this one day. She brushed it off and I assumed that mommy and daddy didn't have bad dreams. She could have said that they hug one another. It would have been true. I guess my mommy didn't know what I meant, because she always lived very close to her mommy and daddy and that was why we went over there so often. Because she had had a bad dream and needed a hug.
Grandma Monica would hug me like that. Whatever hard thing I was going through was forgotten when she hugged me.
I have dreamt about her hug one time since she's been gone. Then she left me and I know that God works in mysterious ways...like through Grandma's hugs or hands (as the song says)
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