Nearly a year ago I had a dream that felt so incredibly real.
My grandpa told me that his time was coming. That I needed to be ready. “But
Christie,” he said, “Nothing good lasts forever.”
I begged him to stay. I saw
this amazing light, like the most incredible sunset imaginable. Then this presence
of warmth filled my soul as he shuffled off in his slippers and his famous red
flannel shirt and worn corduroy pants toward the light.
Can you...
