Saturday morning I awoke with tears streaming down my face. I had a hauntingly beautiful dream that touched me deeply.
In the dream I was helping my sister get ready for her wedding. She had her dress on and I was getting everything tucked and smoothed and just so. She had thrown her hair up in a pony tail and I was chastising her that a bride needed something more special than a ponytail. As I was putting bobby pins in her hair and making her hair lovely, I heard a hearty laugh. I whipped around and there leaning in the doorframe with his head back and hands on belly was my grandfather. I couldn't believe how dashing he looked. In a tux, and looking about fifty years old, he was full of life and laughing heartily. I ran over to embrace him and as I did I woke up.
I cried for my loss of getting to see and hold him in my dreams. I cried as I realized that I don't think he laughed with that full-of-life laugh of his after grandma died. At least not that I heard. I cried to know that I had an eternal glimpse of him. I cried to know I wouldn't hear that laugh on this side of heaven. And I cry now as I remember and memorialize that dream with words on this 'paper'.
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