[grief/death, nothing new its just an old wound causing me aches]

didn't expect to still be sitting here processing and waking up crying about my grandpa 3 years later but i guess if it were anyone it'd be him

he died on Father's day, 2020, and i was so far away

Holds you tight

and i guess today my brain decided we should remember that and have a dream where he has a much better death and gets to meet up with his old dogs and I'm

i still miss him a lot

Grief is weird like that, and dreams can just happen and feel incredibly real. I'm sure he also just wanted you to remember him at his best.

/sets plushfrog onto

i miss being able to call him

I'm so sorry. Brains like to do mean things like that, idk why

that sounds like a really nice dream