many years ago after my grandpa died, i had a dream about him.
i was walking in the park at the end of 40th street nw. he'd take us there occasionally. you could see out over the city, mostly bowness from there.
in my dream he was sitting on a park bench in his dapper navy blue pea coat with his beret on. and i knew he wasnt alive because tigger was sitting beside him. there was a warm west wind blowing and i ran to him and he got up and hugged me and it was a warm bulky hug that smelled like him and i exclaimed, "grandpa! you're alive!" and it was so real, you know? so very real.
i woke up crying. and i think there was a part of me that knew right then and there that it was a real experience, that i did see him, touch him, hug him, and that everything was ok.
[i'm telling you, google earth is awesome and sucks at the same time!]
many years ago after my grandpa died, i had a dream about him.
i was walking in the park at the end of 40th street nw. he'd take us there occasionally. you could see out over the city, mostly bowness from there.
in my dream he was sitting on a park bench in his dapper navy blue pea coat with his beret on. and i knew he wasnt alive because tigger was sitting beside him. there was a warm west wind blowing and i ran to him and he got up and hugged me and it was a warm bulky hug that smelled like him and i exclaimed, "grandpa! you're alive!" and it was so real, you know? so very real.
i woke up crying. and i think there was a part of me that knew right then and there that it was a real experience, that i did see him, touch him, hug him, and that everything was ok.
[i'm telling you, google earth is awesome and sucks at the same time!]
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