journeys

I had a dream about my grandfather last night (a few hours ago). He had passed away, but he was still hanging around with Mimi, Dad, and myself, helping us sort out the details. I think we were even in the kitchen talking about what we would all eat at one point, and at another point Popo was telling us some things about his youth and family. The more I type it, the further the recollection runs from me.

I'm bothering to record this one because I think by putting it here that will prevent it happening. Him dying, that is. No one ever manages to tell a portentous dream beforehand. He is very sick, though, although when we saw him last weekend he was a little better.

I had a dream once about my Uncle Pat dying and the next day I got a call that he was in the hospital. When he did die, I didn't dream anything that I can remember now, but then I'd half been expecting it.

This was a good dream. Very practical, a lot of just hanging out, none of the irritating miscommunications that plague my other dreams, as far as I can recall.

I hope that Popo is well and happy right now. I wish it wasn't the middle of the night - it will be hours before I'll know if I can feel a little relieved and foolish.