It was the summer of 1991 and I had a dream where my grandfather explained to me that he was going to die. Upon awakening the next morning, I received a phone call that Grandpa had had a stroke and he died shortly thereafter. My grandfather and I had such a great relationship, I believe that he wanted me to know personally that he was going to die and that things would be okay. While I was grief-stricken by his death, I was in awe of my dream. To help me with the grieving more...
