Caught myself getting emotional as I was recalling and sharing with someone how my planned 6-week trip back to my home country in 2023 turned into almost 9 months of caring for my grandmother.

Exactly a month ago, on the Taurus Full Moon, I had a dream about my grandmother’s funeral. I was lucid, and I knew I was dreaming, and I remember thinking to myself, “I’ve never had a dream about her death… she must be crossing soon.”

I woke up that morning, and as I sat on the toilet to pee, the first thing I remembered was that dream. I thought, I should call to say my goodbyes to Baba. I knew she probably wouldn’t be lucid enough to comprehend… but still.

I sent a message, and I quickly received a call back with the news that my grandmother had passed about an hour earlier. 😭

It took a couple of days for the real grief to hit… the realization that my last living grandparent was gone. An era gone for good.

And I’m kinda feeling it super fresh again right now too. A bit of a mess. 😭