Last night in my dream, I was in the back yard at my parent's old house. We were sitting at the picnic table on a sunny summer day. Fishing poles were laid out before us and I was telling Annie that we were going to go down to the pier where I used to fish as a little girl.
It was Annie and me and my grandpa Frank.
He was checking the poles to make sure they were ready as I was reminiscing about fishing trips of years gone by. I was sweetly remembering how Grandpa would sit so patiently with my sister and I and how he would remind us that whoever caught the first fish would get a candy bar from Doc's (but he would always buy us both a candy bar). I watched grandpa put worms on the hooks of each pole and Annie was staring at them as they wiggled. I was describing to her how the fish come to eat the worms and made sure she knew that she should never try to eat one.
It was such a sweet dream.
It was warm.
It was fishing.
It was being with Annie and Grandpa Frank.
We miss you grandpa!
