My grandmother, who was my favorite person in the entire world, died almost 4 years ago. I often dream about her in random situations. Once was of her playing with my daughter who is named after her. Lately though, when I dream of her, I find myself hugging her and not wanting to let go because even in dreamland I know she’s gone. She’ll say, “I know. It’s okay.” Then I wake up. I hate waking up now, but it’s also a nice feeling. It’s like I can feel her arms around me again.