My mom's childhood best friend had a dream last night that she was in a meadow. My late grandfather was there (my mom's dad, he passed away 10 years ago). He was wearing a crisp navy blue suit.
She asked him how she can help my mom during her journey. He said raise your hands in the air and asked God to forgive her and to take care of her. He told her that God can hear all prayers, no matter what religion.
My dad's Catholic family is here. They're praying quietly. My mom's family is reciting Muslim prayers.
I know my mom never really got along with her dad, but I know she's missed him. I know he's waiting for her.
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