Sometime shortly before dawn I had another one of those weird dreams about my grandma. 

This time, my family and I were at her funeral, which was at a funeral home I didn't recognize, not the church she'd been a member of for 60+ years.  Several out-of-town relatives and their families, people who couldn't get to our town in time for the real funeral, were there this time.  One cousin was holding a recalcitrant toddler.  Weird.

Eventually, the service was over and everyone but the family and pallbearers had left.  I turned around to say my goodbyes only to see my grandma standing beside her casket, which didn't look at all like the one we picked out for her.  Unfortunately, I don't remember everything we said to each other, but she did tell me that she wanted me to have the locket that she was wearing around her neck.  She said the locket was expensive and should be kept in the family.  (In reality, the locket was relatively inexpensive, and my mom decided to have it put on my grandma when she was buried because it contained pictures of my grandparents on their 50th anniversary.)

We hugged and said we loved each other, and I stepped out of the room.  As I left, I could hear my grandma's sister hugging her and weeping loudly.

The vehicle that was waiting for my husband and me was the same color light blue as my grandma's actual casket (not the dream casket).  As an aside, this shade of blue is a color I've been seeing on a lot of new vehicles lately--Dodge seems to be fond of it--it's light blue, but just a shade darker than you'd expect light blue to be.  Oddly enough, seeing that color on vehicles makes me miss my grandma; I don't think I could ever own one.

I woke up crying, and I've been a bit unsettled and teary-eyed all day.

Maybe if I write this down here I can get it out of my system.