My grandmother was very sly woman - sly as a fox. Her wilyness sometimes went so far, that her deeds became rather wicked. Of course, being her grandson, I could be rather sly and wicked sometimes too.
Therefore, we had fights quite often. I used to misbehave or try to annoy her, and she was trying to influence my mother, so that she would punished me; she was often threatening me: “I go and tell your mother about your behavior, and she will spank you!”, but by far most popular threat of her was: “just wait, when I’ll die, I will come and sit on your head!”
I didn’t know what that supposed to mean, I guess back then, it would be far more scary if she’d say: “when I’ll die, I’ll dig out of my grave and come knocking on your window”.
She died rather unexpectedly, when I was still a kid. I never worried about her promise, that she’ll come to sit on my head; but, I did regret that I couldn’t properly say goodbye to her, and that we fight so often.
Many years after her dead, I had very hard times; my life was very messed and I was depressed and lost. One night, she appeared in my dreams. She came with a gift, and as she gave it to me, she hugged me. I never before, and never after, felt so much love, which was almost divine, and which stayed alive even after I woke up.
