I've had several dreams about my now passed landlady, Maud, recently where she's told me she's not happy with how her inheritance was handled. Not sure what to do with this information, I drove by her old house this past weekend with my husband and son. It had been sold to a developer, rather than passed along to a family member. The place had been totally gutted—gone are its early 20th century woodwork, cherry paneling, gorgeous 3-story stair way—all except the outer walls and slate roof of the old Tutor-Style in Harvard Square was removed. When I saw it, an intense sadness came over me. I knew this is what Maud was upset about.
Later that afternoon, I went out back at my house to cut and arrange some cherry , peach, and apple blossoms in a vase to bring inside. I felt Maud next to me. She had always admired my ability to arrange flowers, calling my sense “Oriental”. I heard her tell me that she loved my arrangement and felt her strong approval—a thank you from beyond, for understanding her message.
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