My Grampa And A Dream...

I woke up this morning in tears. Like ugly crying face tears. I can't remember my dream vividly, but I know the last image I saw was my Grampa. At that point, I jolted awake with tears streaming down my face.

December 27th marks the 1-year anniversary of my Grampa unexpectedly passing away. With that tough anniversary coming up a mere 9 days from now I think that could have something to do with the dream.

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But maybe there was more.

For those that don't know, I am a part of Tedy's Team because of my Grampa and my Gramma. Tedy's Team raises funds and awareness of the fight against Stroke. Both of my grandparents are Stroke survivors and thus my Stroke Heroes.

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After my Grampa passed away, I kept his memory alive with me every step of the training towards the Boston Marathon this past April. I wrote Grampa on the inside of the Sparkly Soul headband I wore for every training run and the race itself.

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I've always wanted to make him proud. So I took running in his memory to heart and made sure to give my all every training run and thought of him when I wanted to skip out on a workout because I was feeling lazy.

He has always been one of my role models and idols.

For the past month of so - okay probably longer - I have felt like something has been missing. I'm working to put a finger on what exactly that thing is, but I can't find it. I've gotten discouraged on my journey to figure out the piece I need to replace in the puzzle of my life.

I think my Grampa appeared in the dream to reignite my motivation and to remind me that he believes in me. Now, could this all be made up in my head?

Sure. Anything is possible.

But, I can tell you since waking up this morning, I have a renewed feeling of hope. The hope slowly dissipated as the discouragement took over.

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So Grampa, thank you! Thank you for giving me just what I needed even when you are physically not here. :)

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Have you ever woken up from a dream in tears?