My Memomma's Message
By
Lin

 

My memomma (my mother’s mother)  and I were very close my entire life.  I lived with her off an on throughout my childhood and teenage years.  .   She was a real beauty, and perhaps the strongest woman I have ever known.  I absolutely respected her opinion and am convinced that she “knew” things that other people did not.  When I was out doing something I should not be doing, she always knew.  She knew which of my boyfriends she trusted and same with my friends.  Her accuracy was 100 percent.  We often thought that I inherited this from her as I was also very intuitive and got “bad or good feelings” before certain events took place.  I also had “prediction” dreams, in which I would dream something was happening and find out later that it actually took place.   

One of my biggest regrets is that the last few years of her life, I did not take enough time to visit her.  I was selfish and too wrapped up in my own life and I guess just assumed there would always be time to see her.   How wrong I was.  When she was diagnosed with cancer in 1998, we were all devastated.  We were told she had less than 6 months to live.   I made an effort to be there as much as I could.  Also, unfortunately, during this time, there was much drama involving money and relatives.  I seethed with silent rage as I watched my relatives argue and back bite in front of my dying grandmother.  I remember thinking, “I bet she wishes death would take her sooner, just so she doesn’t have to hear this shit.”   

My family and I were planning to go to my mother’s house the next weekend to help her and to visit my  memomma.  The morning we were supposed to leave, I dreamed.  In my dream, my memomma was gardening (one of her favorite pastimes) in her big hat and old thick gloves.  She was throwing weeds over her shoulder and cursing as I approached her.  This was her usual reaction to “those goddamn weeds.”  She smiled from underneath her hat and I remarked on how healthy she looked as  I knew in my dream that she had been sick.  I went to embrace her and she put her hand out for me to take it instead.  As we walked around the pasture, she told me she was healthy and happy and that I would need to make sure everyone didn’t kill each other over the money.  She then told me that I would need to look after my mother and uncle as she could no longer do it.  She also said that she had money buried out on her property and that it was going to cause problems.  She said she loved me and I woke up to the phone ringing.  I looked at my husband and said, “Memomma is dead and that’s why the phone is ringing.”  The phone call confirmed my suspicions.  I can’t say whether this was a “message” from the other side, or if it was me “knowing” that she had passed.  Either way, it gave me closure and a sense that she is okay, no matter where she is.  I never heard anything about buried money, but my dad did tell me a few years ago that he helped her hide a fairly large sum of money in her house.  Interesting.