Circa once a year, my Grandma Roberta appears to me in dream or in thought, like she just enters my mind exactly when I need to remember her. For those just tuning in, Roberta was the only member of my extended family who was creative in any way, she painted and wrote articles and when we were together we would study each other curiously like mirrors that somehow made us look exactly Ourselves. She always did her own thing and she was always laughing while doing it, HENCE the title of my grad school One Act, Roberta Laughs.
Last night somewhere in my high school reunion dream she was standing in a hallway, laughing beautifully, and a wind came from somewhere and blew a gorgeous sheer blue scarf onto her face, and she just laughed more, pulled it down, and tied it around her throat with grace, kept laughing and smiling. I think she was saying all of the regular Ghost Grandma things like I love you and I am still here but also when the wind blows shit into your face, make it fashion.