A few weeks ago, I had a dream about this house.
I know it’s not much to look at, but on more than one occasion this house provided a nights rest for me, my sister, 7 male cousins, 2 female cousins, 2 sets of aunts and uncles, my mother, and the matriarch of our family; grandma. In my dream some of us were sitting round trying to decide what to do with the house and how to do it. That’s all I remember about the dream. I don’t remember the opinions, or the options that were discussed, just the topic of what to do with the house.
On Saturday morning at 5:30am, I heard my wife on the phone. I woke up. She hung up, took a deep breath and said, “Your grandmother just passed”. I then remembered my dream. While I am definitely in a melLOW mood, I have peace. I knew when I had the dream that it was a sign that I should be prepared for the inevitable. She was not particularly ill and had no specific disease to speak of. She was like Enoch, who walked with God until “he was not; for God took him”.
When I saw her last summer, she had lost my cheeks. Yes they were MY rosy cheeks. I was blessed to see her again in
for Thanksgiving dinner and I was so happy to see that MY cheeks had regained their fullness. During her last week she lived a full life and passed a message on through my mother; Vote. My grandma took the opportunity to vote early; not knowing (I think) that she would not survive to see the results. She remembered a day when she could not vote, and a time when poll taxes made it prohibitively difficult to vote, so she made sure she voted and that her children, grands, and great grands did likewise. So yesterday, in honor of my grandma, and in spite of the disheartening choices here in North Carolina I voted. Virginia
Tomorrow we leave for
where I’ll cry a little, but not more than I’ll rejoice, then we’ll resume the discussion about the house. Mobile, Alabama
Miss y’all, Love y’all
MARY DAVIS-JONES @ Age 82 in this photo