dream fragment

I am helping musician Chris Chameleon carry his guitar to a concert which I am about to attend. We are walking down a street towards the large concert building, and the guitar feels awkward in shape. We arrive at the venue, and it's like a school gymnasium, with many tables. I hand the guitar off to somebody else, and spot my Aunty, and her divorced husband (who was controlling/cruel/etc). Just beyond them, however, for the second time in the last week, by (now long passed) Grandfather is standing there. However, he is free of both Parkinson's and Alzheimers. I hug him, and it is joyful - I feel good that I can see him again, and I am old enough to appreciate it.