I had a dream about my grandpa. He didn’t say anything to me but when I saw him we looked at each other and I felt so happy. It was like he wanted me to know he was okay. I watched him as he played with my younger cousins, like he was trying to make up for lost time. laughter filled the room. Then I woke up, and my heart sank. Realizing that, of course, none of this was my reality, and it won’t be ever. I tried to close my eyes quickly maybe to go back into the dream again, but that never really works.
Since my grandpa has passed I have one dream about him a year, and every time I wake up from one of those dreams, I feel empty for a while. All I can think about if the dream. I really miss him and in a week or so we have to add another year to the time he has been gone. 6 years. Wow.
I miss you a lot.
