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Waking up this one particular morning, I had a dream about my grandfather, better known as Grampa. There was a great bond between Grampa and myself; he was my father image. Grampa and I would talk, work together doing chores inside and outside of the house and tease and have fun with each other. He had a severe case of rheumatoid arthritis so as a young person growing up; I would do little errands for him. When he would come downstairs for breakfast, I would get his cereal, coffee, etc. for him. If I was home, I was his hands and feet to help him get what was needed. I remember when I was trying out for cheerleading and my body hurt so badly from the different movements I was practicing, I would say to him, “Grampa I am so sore.” His reply was, “I know Honky,” his pet name for me, “just how you feel.” He was in constant agony and never complained. He was an amazing man and everyone adored him.

Now, let me get back to the background of this dream. Grampa was visiting his son, my Uncle Al who was in the Army and stationed in Germany. This was a wonderful time for Grandpa as he was born in Germany and still had relatives living in that country.

It was sometime before the middle seventies when I awoke from a dream that Grampa was very sick and was coming back home. He needed to see a doctor here in the United States.

I do not remember how long afterwards that my mother received a letter from my uncle stating that he was sick. He had lung cancer.

Here again, I hadn’t learned about Proverbs 13:19, the same verse as in My First Dream. I believe this dream was to prepare me emotionally for the time when my Grampa was going home to be with the Lord in 1972. Isaiah 25:8 He will swallow up death in victory: and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces.