Strange Kinda Way

Grandson's Flag Football Team

In case you hadn’t figured it out, I can have some pretty vivid dreams. Tonight I dreamed of my grandparents old place on Oak Street in Bloomingdale, Georgia. I dreamed of my grandmother, an uncle, my sister, and one of my grannies old neighbors. While I have yet to analyze the meaning of the dream. I did found it to be comforting in a strange kinda way.

Anyway the dream has now turned to mist somewhere in the back of my brain. But it did bring to mind that my grandma would have been 102 years old and the neighbor even older if they were living today. It’s funny even now I don’t quite think of myself in terms of old age. Even though my body reminds me of that fact every single day. Although my doctor’s like to remind me that my body is a ticking time bomb. My mischievous mind often falls back into old habits of my youth.

Still to see people that I miss and feel those same emotions I felt back then is a comforting thought. Rather it was when I was the rebellious son or the not a care in the world child. Those images of me playing in my head, are not those of the grumpy old man my adult children see. Relegated to  slide conversations, while the grown folks (my children) are having real discussions. I can’t help but laugh thinking about that shit. But to be honest I don’t mind watching them grow a few of their own grey hairs. Still it’s kinda strange to see the past, present, and future all role around so freely in my head.