Memorial dream

Last night, I dreamt of my grandfather. My sister told me he was dead, but it turned out that he was dying. I found myself in a room with him, and others whom I do not remember. I had a nice chat with him, and cried, I cried so much, all the tears I didn't cry at his actual funeral. I was concerned for his standing before God. He told me that he was reconciled to Him, and not to worry.

Oh, the things that cheese fondue can do to you. Grandpa has been gone for 10 and a half years now. I guess it's appropriate to remember him and raise a glass to him. So here's to John Blair Dymock, aka Grandpa Blair. Hope to see you again when all things are made new, maybe share a drink.