The Last Goodbye/The Last Day.

This morning, I woke up to my alarm. I lied in bed, and in typical fashion, fell back asleep. I had a dream I was with my grandparents visiting. I was about to leave, and I said goodbye to both of them. My grandpa said, “Bye, Rachel!” He called me by name. (I guess I’m giving you all my first name now.) I can’t remember the last time that happened in real life. I woke up feeling happy and sad.

He died today around 4 pm.

Our last visit was lovely. We sat outside. We talked about the birds. He closed his eyes, put his head back, and basked in the sun. “This is so nice,” he said.