I had a dream last night that I cant stop thinking about. In the dream I was visiting with my grandfather who died in 1972. We were sitting in the back room of his house in Rhode Island. The Mud room. While we talking I was looking out the window. Everything was exactly as I remember it being from my childhood. The barn, garages, sheds etc. I looked closely at my grandfather. He was recognizable but he seemed much younger that I remember him. He had bright blue eyes, light brown hair and was smiling. He seemed very happy. It seems odd but I cant seem to remember what we were talking about. Actually, I dont think it matters. It made me realize that I really miss the guy. But it was a great visit!
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 20:00:08 +0000
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