I had a dream last night that my grandfather WWII vet was standing in my doorway to my bedroom and I was trying to hand him something. I'm not sure I was even asleep yet it felt like the "falling off a step" pre sleep thing. I opened my eyes and smiled the best smile I've felt in years. I was scared to look to the doorway but after a minute I looked and nothing was there but I smiled again.

Then I laid awake for a while talking to God and thinking about my grandpa. He drove trucks in the army and helped liberate the camps.