My grandfather died, when I was just a baby. After his death, his best friend came almost every day, to bring milk (strange, why milk? π
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) with an orange fox on the box, and to look, if everything is alright with the family. We all all loved him. For me, he was my grandfather. He died, when I was 12 or 13.
Now I'm 26 and dreamed of him. It felt sooo real. As if he was really there.
The next morning I told my aunt about it... She had the same dream.
Looks, like Grandpa Peter visited us, for checking, if everything is still okay.π Like he did, when my aunt was a young girl and I was a child. ππ
Now I'm 26 and dreamed of him. It felt sooo real. As if he was really there.
The next morning I told my aunt about it... She had the same dream.
Looks, like Grandpa Peter visited us, for checking, if everything is still okay.π Like he did, when my aunt was a young girl and I was a child. ππ