I had this dream , where amm and Grandma ‘Leen and I were traveling across the western prairies and northern states, on a Metis pilgrimage.

As always, I couldn’t see her face. And when my alarm went off I desperately willed myself back to sleep, hoping for that single second of seeing her face. I did this every 9 minutes for almost an hour. Each time disappointed. Each time never seeing her face.

Each. Time. Hoping.