My grandmother passed away when I was 10 years old. That day, my mother cried all the way home.

In the middle of the night, I inexplicably dreamed of going to my grandmother's house to look for her. My uncle was startled and said she had already passed away. I said, "Oh, right," but suddenly remembered that my grandmother had stayed by my bedside taking care of me when I had a fever. I couldn't help sobbing loudly in the dream, and woke up still feeling very sad.

When one remembers being loved like that,
and yet…