Date: 7/16/2023
By midnight-libra
My grandfather died last year, and I never really had a relationship with him. But I dreamt that he had moved to Australia and invited me to his beachside home. I booked the next plane heading out across the ocean, and landed in a hazy field. When I walked down the ramp and into the sweltering heat, luggage in hand, I saw a shadow break through the dusty air. The light was so blinding I couldn’t see his face. But I knew it was grandpa. He held out his hand for my bag.