Ghosts

Dear Byrd,
I dreamt about your Great Grandma Frances, she died when you were three weeks old. I knew she was close to the end and I wanted to take you to see her, for her to see you. I was not well then and you were so small. Dad and I looked up plane tickets, in the end we realized you would not be allowed in the hospital where she was. My mother was so surprised when she died. I was sad, but there was too much else going on to focus. I remember thinking, it does not matter if I grieve today because I will be grieving forever.
My dream was not sad or scarry, Grandma's ghost was in her house, we saw her and talked to her. She was delighted. Alex slept at her house and when I asked if she had heard any funny sounds she said, yes, there had been all kinds of ghosts coming and going all night. All friendly. I dont remember the rest.
Grandma always made sure I absolutely knew that she loved me, that she thought I was wonderful and amazing, that she thought I was beautiful and charismatic. I hope that we can make you feel this way about yourself.
Love,
Mom