Grandma & Grandpa Hulterstrom

I had a dream a few nights ago. Weird because I almost never dream and if I do I sure don't remember it. Anyway, I was standing next to my grandma who passed away last month, holding her hand. How different she looked, it was amazing, a good 50 or so years younger than I ever remember her as. She kept on talking about how excited she was for something but I couldn't tell what. She was so happy, like she was going to explode if she had to wait any longer. She said everything was ready, they were just waiting until it happened.

I was at dinner last night with my dad when he answered a phone call coming in from his brother. My grandfather had passed away.

No doubt in my mind that my grandma was just waiting for him up there. I get chills every time I think of how big she must have smiled when he came through the veil. Hugs and kisses were many I'm sure. I don't cry because I think of how happy they are now and how happy they'd want us to be.

My grandma was an amazing person. She was alwas thinking about others and never herself. She took care of my granddad for a long time while he was mentally ill with dimensia. While he was moved into another home with other senior citizens, she visited him often. She would walk, no matter what her own health was, to take care of my granddaddy every day. She was always serving, a little while before she died she was moved to a senior citizen center, and the first day she was there, the Monday before she died, he called her son to take her home teaching to the sisters in her ward. A phone call was simply not good enough. My grandma touched many lives while she was here, including mine and I will never forget her and always, no matter what, love her and think of her often. I cant wait to see her in heaven.

I don't have much memory of my granddad. All of my memories of him only go so far back. He's been mentally ill for much of the time that I've grown up. It was hard on me for him not to know my name or my age when I turned 11. And I don't remember seeing him much after that. He was a good man with a kind heart who always had warm hugs. He always smelled good, like how a grandpa should smell, of warm memories, summer rain. I love him. I'll miss him much. I can't wait to kiss his cheek when I see him again and hear him finally call me Erika and know I am his granddaughter. <3

RIP Granddaddy and Grandma