The Meaning of Life

For those of you who don't know, my grandmother, Baba (that's Slovak for Grandma), passed away a few months ago. She was a sweet woman with a beautiful smile and we are now learning that she was quite ornery and had a wit that was cutting as well! :)

Anyway, since her passing, I think I've talked with her and spent more time with her than when she was alive. She shows up quite often in my dreams and we hang out and have wonderful little conversations.

Here's last night's dream:

My sister, my dad, Baba, and myself are sitting in a little hotel room (these dreams almost always take place in a waiting room or hotel room... I'm not sure why). My sister figures that since my Baba has passed over to the other side, that maybe she can offer a little insight into things. So she asks her, "What's the meaning of life?"

I laugh and reply, "42."

My dad starts into this big long speech about how you have to define what the word "meaning" means before you can even answer the question.

My Baba just sat there and smiled. "Do you know?" I asked. Her eyes smiled at me and she said, "Yes."

"Well?" I say, "What's the answer?"

She replies... "Everyone thinks they need to drive a damn car."