this is an add on to the post about my cousin and I's conversation about my grandpa.
she told me a few days after he died that she had a dream that he was sitting in his favorite chair and she walked up to him and touched his arms (she used to scratch his arms and make him bleed when she was little) and she said his skin felt so real. Which instantly gave me shivers because to this day I can feel his calloused hands and his rough skin on his arms, i can see the sunspots and freckles...i can imagine his skin tone and the thinning of his arm hair as he aged.
but what really got me was that i had dreamt of him as well on or around the same night.
He walked in the front door and was whole again. He was barrel chested with a belly and broad shoulders to match. He had on a striped button down and slacks. He said that "they" had decided to let him come visit and then he sat down next to me and put me under his arm and i leaned against him, playing with the pens and hair comb in his pocket like i did when i was young and he was real. I know with unwavering certainty.
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