Dreams, travels and family

I had the most bizarre dream the other night. I dreamt my only living grandparent, my grandmother, had passed from this life into the next. In the dream, I knew she had passed, and yet I couldn't get to her body. I went from one dark room to the next. Finally, her husband, my grandfather who passed some years ago showed up. He and I chat. He tells me not to worry that she is ok, and that things in general will be ok. He and I continue to talk: about my life, his travels when he was alive (especially Turkey), and about my travels. He looked young (late 50's early 60's) and vibrant. Still, the next day I had to call my grandmother just to hear her voice. It was not a particularly bad dream, just different. When you are down to one grandparent (especially when you were so close to all four), you take nothing for granted in that relationship.

The husband has been doing a great deal of traveling lately. Within the course of a month, he is or has traveled on business to Norway and Germany with a layover in Istanbul, Turkey. He loved Istanbul, and we hope to go back as a family.

In a brief bit, I am traveling to Larnaca, Cyprus. I'm going to take part/observe meetings there over a 5 day period. While there, I will get to see a few 'sights,' and I'll try to post pictures if I am able. Frankly, I'm just deeply honored to have the opportunity to attend these meetings. I'm also packing my wetsuit and snorkel gear in hopes of doing a touch of snorkeling and photography.

Peace.