Last night I had one of those dreams that stays with you.
I was standing on Mom’s porch — the same porch I played on when I was a little boy and the same one I sit on now when I go home to visit her. In the dream it looked exactly the way it does in real life. Even the TV cables were there. Every little detail was just right.
Dad and Grandpa were there, sitting together and working on fishing reels, just talking the way men do when their hands are busy. They looked younger, relaxed, like time had decided to give them a little break.
I didn’t arrive with any big moment or announcement. I just walked up onto the porch and saw them there. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. I passed by them the way I probably did a hundred times growing up.
For a little while we were all simply there together.
Nothing dramatic happened. Nobody said anything that shook the world. It was quiet, peaceful… almost ordinary. And maybe that’s what made it so special.
When I woke up, I didn’t feel sadness or longing. I felt peaceful and happy, like I had been given a small visit with people who helped shape my life.
Dreams can be strange things, but sometimes they feel like little windows opening for just a moment.
Last night felt like I stepped through one and stood again on Mom’s porch.
