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“My grandfather died when I was in a very uncertain place in life. He didn't get to see me graduate college, because I flunked out and worked garbage jobs for 2-3 years before getting my act together. He ended up getting mesothelioma and went from a fit and healthy old man to a skeleton clutching at his chest and gasping for air within the span of a month. I got to say my goodbyes before he was really far gone.

“My grandparents’ house was like my sanctuary when I was little. […] I'd go to their house and eat homecooked meals and play Skip-Bo with him ‘til like 10 pm when it was finally bed time. I loved my grandfather, he was a rock for me. […] After he passed, I started having dreams about him and their house. (My grandmother had long passed by this point, too.) In them, we'd sit in the living room or at the kitchen table, and he would just talk to me about things in my life. I very distinctly remember a dream where he warned me to get away from the abusive boyfriend I was seeing at the time.

"As time went on, I got my act together, and now, I live a relatively comfortable life. […] As these years have gone by, I've had less and less dreams about him. Now, I don't dream about him at all anymore. To date, my brother has had 1 dream about him when he was about to graduate college. (An ‘I'm so proud’ dream.) It actually took me a long time to realize I don't dream about him anymore. I still dream about their house all the time, but it's always empty. I had one, single dream about my grandmother, and it was her in her kitchen making dinner with her back to me, which is a pleasant memory of how she was in life.

"I think the one dream from my grandmother was her saying goodbye, but all those dreams about my grandfather were him essentially watching over me. And as I got my life together, he realized he didn't need to anymore, so he either moved on or moved elsewhere. And that's why when I dream about their house, it's still because I remember it as a safe haven. But now, it's empty, because they're gone and have moved on. Which makes me happy and so terribly sad at the same time. But, at the same time, if my grandpa was confident enough in me now to trust I'd be okay, I must be doing something right.”

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