"Erin, Erin? Sweetie I need you to pay attention."
I knew that voice and I felt myself frowning as I turned and saw that I was standing in my grandmother's garden, or at least what my grandmother's garden had looked like when she was still alive and able to take care of it. A few years before her death it became too much for her to do by herself and while she hired a company to take care of it for her it was never the same as when she did herself. As I continued to turn, I saw my grandmother, the way she looked when I was a young child, sitting in the swinging bench seat she had set up amongst all of her rose bushes.
"Nana?" I started to move towards her, unsure of what was going on. I knew it had to be a dream, as my grandmother was no longer alive. But this felt different somehow. It
