My grandma died when I was 10 years old due to medical malpractice & I took it really hard. For a few months afterward, she would come in my dreams every so often to console me about her death, hug me, kiss me & assure me that everything would be ok. Our meeting place would always be the church I grew up in, which she had been a member of for years. About 18 months after her death, I told her in one of my dreams that I think I've finally accepted her passing. She told me she loved me, she'll always be there for me, she can't wait to see me again & that her work was done. I hugged her, cried tears of joy, she kissed me on the cheek, then she got up and walked out of the church. That was the last time she ever appeared in my dreams.
I love you Grammy and I miss you every day. I know you're reading this.