My godfather passed away the other week. Aortic aneurysm. He was only in his 60's. I hadn't seen him in a long time... 2007 at my wedding reception, I think.
The night after I found out, I had a dream that he was visiting me at work. I knew I was dreaming and he was dead in the waking world, and I ached inside because he seemed so real, so alive. I told him I was dreaming and he had died, and he told me he knew. And he took my hands in his big warm hands, and looked into my eyes and told me it was going to be ok and he was ok.
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