I had a dream last night.

It was around August, after my grandmother died and while my aunt was on her deathbed. And my mom completely went bonkers, adopting a parrot and calling it "mom".

My sister, who has a deathly fear of birds, did not respond well when my mom came into Grandma's old room (which is where my aunt's deathbed was) and said "look, Grandma's back!"

I have no idea what it means. But I felt good about having that dream because it reminded me of what Grandma's voice sounded like, and the sound of her slippers on the concrete as she shuffled from her house to my uncle's house, two sounds that defined my childhood.