In the week before his death I had a dream about him. He looked like how I wanted to remember him, when I was still a kid.
He had come to visit us and was about to leave in his old rusty car that he also had in reality.
The strange thing was that the whole family was there on our porch to watch him go.
He started the engine and then got out of the car and walked up to me, putting his big hand on my shoulder and said; Don't worry, I'll be around.
He then got back into the car and drove off. Funfact, he turned the other way, he always took a left turn to go home but in the dream he went right.
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