For the past two weeks, I have yet to sleep without having dreams involving my grandpa. Either he dies in them, or he is in them in some way. When I wake from these dreams, it's as if I have to realign my reality all over again and remind myself what is real and what is not. That's a very difficult task and I'm not doing it very well.
When our family lost him, I was thinking ahead (of course) to the big events in the future where he would be missed- my sister's upcoming wedding, the birth of the baby. I didn't consider the every day...the dreams that would insist on coming back night after night.
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