Maw has told me this morning that she has been having happy dreams of her family. Her dead sisters and mother were in her dreams.
Maw has been having a hard time breathing since the damn TempurPedic mattress doesn’t work. I would hear the air from her CPAP machine leak and the sound off her making meowing in her sleep. I’d have to rush to check up on her late at night around midnight.
They say when someone dreams of their deceased loved ones, they are ready to go to heaven. Or that Paw has been asking stupid questions and irritating Maw to an early grave.
She has revealed to me that (while Uncle Florene and Auntie Hely were living in our house during the early 1980’s) they saw how Paw had a bad attitude. The family of Paw (as mentioned MANY times in my blogs) are no good. And my maternal relatives already saw that long time ago. But Maw protected us from that truth until we got older. And now I know my paternal bloodline treats others like dirt.
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