Almost two months ago I had a dream that was both familiar and unusual. Since my Grandpa Clyde (my mom's dad) passed away in November of 1998 I have occasionally dreamed of him. In my dreams reality most always spills over. In my dreams I realize that my grandpa is deceased yet somehow I am able to see him, hear him, touch him. Most often I embrace him and begin weeping, for the joy of experiencing him one last time, for the pain of knowing that it cannot last. These dreams are a comfort for me . . . sure, a bit painful as well, but mostly comforting. These dreams seem so real to me at the time that I wake up feeling as though I have gotten another brief moment with my grandpa. The dream two months ago was much the same; I saw him, knew that he had passed, laced my arms around him, and wept. He looked at me and smiled, in that calm, gentle way he always did. I said a few things to him but he never said a word, only made a few noises in reaction to my words. O
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