The other day I was thinking to myself that I hadn’t had a dream about Grandpa in a long time. In fact, the last time I dreamed about Grandpa was on April 21 of last year. So it really has been a while.
Well, last night I had a dream about Grandpa, but he played only a supporting role. In the dream, I met Grandpa, and my cousins, Mitch and Jon at a community swimming pool in order to go swimming. Though it is cold here in Maryland, it was a hot summer day at the pool. In fact, while waiting to use the diving board, I can clearly remember the feel of hot cement on my feet. There was to be some kind of swimming contest and Grandpa was there to supply an audience. For some reason, however, the contest never happened. I waited in line for my chance to dive into the pool, but it never came. Eventually my alarm went off.