My mom used to pick me up at the airport, no matter where I came from. She’d been gone for a few years and I dreamt I saw her at the airport. I understood this was my chance. I didn’t ask her how this was possible, even though in my dream I remembered she had died. Instead i hugged her and started telling her, very fast, about my sons, her grand children. She smiled and said: honey Of course I know them, I’m their grandmother!