She's been dead over 30 years and whilst I loved her to bits and was devastated when she died, I don't really think of her that often.
Recently however I have been having really vivid dreams about her - well specifically one or two dreams about her repeatedly. In one we are in her house in Malvern and she is in the kitchen making me a chicken sandwich. I can hear her singing to herself, then she comes into the dining room with the sandwich and a glass of milk for me. She smiles and then nothing else.
The other one is in my parents house where she came to stay every summer until she moved into the same village about a year before she died. She is telling me a story while I am colouring in.
I don't remember either incident specifically but both could have happened. Neither dream deviates from that basic pattern in any significant way. They aren't frightening dreams at all but why now? I keep thinking there is something I am supposed to understand and I don't.