5/17/10
A dream last night that I was visiting another family's crypt, a long downward spiral staircase to their place of dead. Not frightening, I was honored to help my friend and her family...her grandmother alive again, we conversed,discussed my visits, my schedule, then I was relegated to background, as was proper with someone tending her ancestors. My bare feet slapping on the rough, hand-hewn grey granite stairs worn smooth from ages of footfalls, cycling down again, up again, down again, tending the graves.