Somewhere in the wee hours of this morning, I dreamed of GrandDad. A man I hardly knew, but someone who played an unforgettable role in my life.
In my dream, he was younger than I ever saw him, impeccably dressed and telling me a story I can't make sense out of. (Who is Desmond, and what does Florida have to do with anything?)
Just before I woke, he said goodbye and boarded a bus. I started to say... something, I don't know what, and in the end, just said "Goodbye."
I don't know why he's on my mind all of a sudden today. He just is. There's no explanation for it.