I Miss My Dead Loved One
Tomorrow will be the 3rd anniversary of my grandfathers death, and I can honestly say I really haven't gotten over his passing. Last night he came to me in a dream, doing all the goofy things he would of done in life, and some part of me knows that some part of him still exists somewhere. My grandfather was more than a grandpa, he was the closest thing I had to a father, and he was one of my best friends (at the time, he was likely my only friend). The couple years leading up to his death, I got involved with the wrong crowd of kids, and my focus on my family obviously dropped, although I was with my grandfather when he died holding his hand, I can't help but feel like I'm guilty for not being there enough when he was well. All the questions that only he could answer now go un answered, and to put it simply I just miss him. I haven't seen my grandpa in a dream since the year he passed, and I must say it was so real. It was amazing to see him again, even if it were a dream, and it has given me the strength to get through this time of year....There has never been someone so sweet and kind and good, and I look forward to the day in which I can be around that presence again.