One of them had grandpa in it, and when this happens I like to write it down. This is my only real journal while I'm here so here it goes.
I was at Holy Family at church and Monsignor Connelly was giving his homily from a very, very high ambo when the entire Fogliani family came in late. With them came an older man who looked just like my grandpa. I instictually hugged and kissed him on the cheek and he didn't know why. Buddy told me that he was St. Jude, the saint of lost causes and that I shouldn't kiss him on the cheek. After that I woke up.
This is only the second dream I've had with my grandpa in it. I wish there were more. I really don't know what it means. I think its kinda silly that the Fogliani's came in late, and that my grandpa was St. Jude. I don't like that my grandpa didn't recognize me.
The first grandpa dream I had took place in my front yard at a party. He was pretty sick then, and I was cutting up and feeding him pieces of watermelon. That's all, it was that simple. I liked this dream a lot better, because it reminded me of my last 3 days with him in the hospital feeding him cranberry juice on little sponges.
I'm at a really good place with my grandpa-woes, I see him in all the old-Hispanic men around the city all the time. I just wish I could come home and speak spanish with him!
Speaking of Easter: We did decide to go to Mendoza, Argentina for la Semana Santa. So that's where I'll be between 31 de marzo- 4 de abril. Look it up, its supposed to be beautiful!
Lucky you! I think about grandpa all the time and am glad he is in your dreams. That means he is watching you and making sure you are safe. I love following you here so please keep updating. As far as your "mom" there, she is so lucky to have you - she doesn't even know. Love you princess :) have fun in mendoza. can't wait to see pics! happy easter :)
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