On a Thursday morning in June, I drifted in and out of sleep. The last dream I had came to me as the sun rose.
In my dream, my husband Joe and I were getting our house ready for a visitor. My grandfather would arrive at any moment.
When my grandfather pulled his car into the driveway, Joe and I went outside to greet him. My grandfather got out of the car and stood in the driveway. It was autumn outside and just a bit chilly. He wore a suit and coat; the coat was tailored, but the suit hung a bit loose on him. He looked like he’d lost a bit of weight. He was never heavy, but I never knew him to be quite as slender.
I was becoming more lucid in my dream. I stood in the driveway, seeing him as if for the first time. He had a full head of silver hair–the way it had looked when I was young. He smiled at me, eyes shining behind an old pair of glasses I can remember him having when I was young.
A sudden realization hit me. He wasn’t supposed to be there, standing in my driveway. He had passed away 12 years ago.Continue reading “So Many Wonderful Things”