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I was pretty down when my grandpa left us forever. He was such a nice person that died of cancer was something that was never supposed to happen.

He supported my idea of going to designing school when every one else in my family wanted me to pursuit the drawing class I really hated. My parents had been planning my future since I was a small kid, I was sorry to be a big disappointment but I had to do this, giving up their dreams and following my own voice.

I liked sharing this story with my grandpa; I loved talking with him in his elaborate decorated study. He was a big part of my life until he died, and after he was gone I felt I had a part missed. He would no longer take me hunt with him, my cute ugg Boots would get dirty but it was fun. He would no longer put me on his shoulder and pointed to the white church hidden among the village houses. He would no loner teach me how to play table tennis as he promised.

I was trying to figure out where he had gone to and all sorts of things concerning death. The world became a big puzzle to me and it seemed unlikely I ever got close to the answer. I was sad and drowning in the endless pain until I had this vivid dream, it was about grandpa.

He was well dressed and the big, affable smile eased me quickly. He was living in the paradise in my dream. He had everything he needed here, a garden, a swimming pool, a study having his favorite books in store and a hunting dog. I was relieved, in my dream, but I knew one important thing, he was doing great in a place with no disease. I asked him about those puzzles that confused me but he did not say anything, his life seemed comfortable, at least it was the end of his sufferings.

This dream was so nice that I wished I could never wake up. I knew it was an illusion but it did push me forward to move on with my life. He was gone but it did not mean my life was over, I still had a bright future ahead of me, I could pursue my hobby, designing. If dream could be so good, how screwed up could your life be?