Another dream

I dreamed of Mimi again while I was in Vermont, on Thursday (the burial service was Sunday). In my dream I saw Gogo first: he patted me on the head roughly as he used to do to all of us, grinning. I heard Mimi say, "Look at this!" I turned around: she had this funny sort of elbows-out, splayed-feet march that she'd do when she was being silly. She was marching toward me, arms akimbo, in white pants, Keds, a mint-green short-sleeve sweater, and a pair of enormous rhinestone earrings. She swung her head back and forth to make them swing.

My paternal grandparents, together and strong. They were laughing, laughing, laughing.