Night of the Living Dead
Well, grandpa's in the hospital again just after he got out. But a lot of weird shit has been going on that's telling the family that this will be his last time. Last night, grandma woke up and wept for several hours because she suddenly knew that he is going to die this coming Tuesday. She's usually not a pushy or adamant woman, but she's determined on getting him out of the hospital as soon as possible so he can spend his final days at home. She's calling all the relatives, and we're a big retardedly Italian family, so it's going to get crowded.
Meanwhile, probably around the same time grandma was having that realization last night, I had a strange dream. In it, grandpa had been reduced to a living head and hand in a plastic bag of saline solution. In reality, he might as well be. My immediate family and I were carrying him in a huge empty warehouse when suddenly a lot of other people started coming in. Family, old friends, all the doctors and nurses he'd ever had, and a lot of people I didn't know shuffled into the warehouse. Hundreds of people. Then, the grandpa bag was passed to grandma and everyone linked hands and started to sing to her. It was creepy and at first I didn't know what was going on. But I remember the chorus: "Just a queen, just a queen. Love is not forever. Just a queen, just a queen. There's always a time to let go." Since, as a child, I imagined grandpa and grandma to be the king and queen of the family, the lyrics were blatantly obvious. Laying it on a bit thick for a dream, eh?
When I told my mother about my dream this morning, she got choked up and told me about grandma's realization. Maybe we're all just jumping to conclusions because of all the hospitilization recently, or maybe all that new age stuff about being spiritually connected isn't totally bogus.
Meanwhile, probably around the same time grandma was having that realization last night, I had a strange dream. In it, grandpa had been reduced to a living head and hand in a plastic bag of saline solution. In reality, he might as well be. My immediate family and I were carrying him in a huge empty warehouse when suddenly a lot of other people started coming in. Family, old friends, all the doctors and nurses he'd ever had, and a lot of people I didn't know shuffled into the warehouse. Hundreds of people. Then, the grandpa bag was passed to grandma and everyone linked hands and started to sing to her. It was creepy and at first I didn't know what was going on. But I remember the chorus: "Just a queen, just a queen. Love is not forever. Just a queen, just a queen. There's always a time to let go." Since, as a child, I imagined grandpa and grandma to be the king and queen of the family, the lyrics were blatantly obvious. Laying it on a bit thick for a dream, eh?
When I told my mother about my dream this morning, she got choked up and told me about grandma's realization. Maybe we're all just jumping to conclusions because of all the hospitilization recently, or maybe all that new age stuff about being spiritually connected isn't totally bogus.