WARNING - don't read at work.

Preface: I feel like I need to blog about this to get it off my chest. If we didn’t have blog I would have never shared this with any of you… curses Jill. At this point I almost feel silly blogging about it, but it has been weighing on me so much. Well here…

I had a dream about Grandpa. And in my dream I even got to hug him. It was so real – from his small frail shoulders, to his red suspenders. He was even wearing a brown plaid shirt and a trucker’s hat. While I was dreaming I told myself it wasn’t real, but I didn’t care, I hugged him… tight.
Why am a sharing this? I don’t know. Even now it is making me cry again. I just wish we could talk about Grandpa more without all of us bursting into tears. He was…… I can’t think of a good enough word for our Grandpa… wonderful.




(I know they say you dream in black and white, but I remember it in color.)