Like an Ember in my Heart

The past couple of days I've been feeling stressed.  I just go with it these days.  It culminated in a meltdown Tuesday night when my in-laws expected one more completely inconsiderate and unreasonable thing (for my husband to spend several hours on the road Christmas eve day so neither my BIL nor any of his adult children would have to).

After my meltdown hub and I both agreed that 1) the request was unreasonable and 2) that MIL going up to Maryland with none of her things and no car was a recipe for disaster (did I ever write about the Christmas BIL & fam threw her out in the middle of a blizzard (well, she did have a car) and she made a terrifying 2 hour drive back to her house and then my mom and husband drove 15 hours to get her butt so she wouldn't be alone for Christmas?).

ANYWAY.  Stressed and emotional, table for one.

But this morning, I had a dream.  It was the last dream before I woke up for good around 5-ish.  (Then I laid in bed for about an hour just dozing & thinking about it).  It wasn't anything fancy or exotic, just me & my mom over at my grandparent's house helping them do some work around the house.  Everybody was just acting like themselves - my grandparents were being sweet & funny and we were all having a good time.

The thing is that Papa has been dead for nearly 12 years, and Monie for nearly 3.  But that's irrelevant, because I felt their love for me as vividly as if they had been in the room with me.  Which I believe they were.  Because I believe 2 things based upon experience: I believe that angels visit us, as well as the dead.  It's been years since either of my grandparents visited me - I'm sure they have plenty to do, but they obviously felt I needed a reminder that 1) I am loved and 2) I will be okay.  And I carry that reminder, like an ember in my heart.