Knowing and Dreaming; an Exercise in Grief

Knowing and Dreaming; an Exercise in Grief

Guest Post - Katie Koranda

I dreamed that I was at my grandparent’s house in upstate New York. They were dead, just like they are in real life. I was rummaging through cupboards, frantically trying to find a memento of their life.

“Where is the glass jar with Snoopy on it that she kept instant coffee in?!” I yelled to my sisters.

The house was mostly empty. I couldn’t find anything. I was crushed.

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