Myself: I hate that you don’t like music anymore.
Dad: Why do you think I don’t like music anymore?
Myself: Because we used to talk about it all the time, now you don’t care anymore.
Dad: That’s not true.
I have been having very strange dreams as of late. Most of which are involving my Granddad. The one that bothered me the most was I was at my grandmother’s house, and as I walk in my Granddad is standing right there. Then he starts walking me through the house, and showing me everything that we have been doing around the house since he died. He tells me how lovely he thinks everything looks, and how proud he is of my dad for doing it. The whole time I was looking at him funny. Finally he addresses that and asks, “What’s wrong, why are you looking at me like that?” I say to him, “Because… you died didn’t you?” He says, “Yes.” Then I ask him, “Well if I’m here, and you’re here, did I die too?”He never answered.