With all of the reading I’ve been doing lately about dreams, synchronicity, and shared dreaming I thought I would write the story of Grandma Mason’s passing. This happened in 1984 when I was fourteen years old. I was in about … eighth grade. It is hard to remember exactly what grade I was in but I definitely remember what book we were reading in English class: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Unlike everyone else in the class I loved reading this stuff. The teacher would assign chapter one and I would get so wrapped up in the book I’d read the entire thing the first night. Then I’d have to go back and read it again with the class so I could remember which chapters where which!
At this time my dad’s mother – Grandma Mason – had just been admitted to a personal care home. She was 89 years old and had been having problems living alone for the past year. The place was not nearby and I’d only been there once or twice. The visit just after New Year’s I remember vividly. I went with my brothers, Bob and John, in John’s truck. A few days before he’d gotten sick while he was out somewhere and barfed on the side of his truck. It was January in Pittsburgh so the barf froze before he could clean it all off and as a result, the inside of the truck absolutely reeked. This is the kind of stuff that is hard to forget even if you try really hard. But it makes a great peg to hang other, more memorable, memories upon.
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