Just a dream.

Can you will someone to do somethings in life. 

 When I woke up my heart was swelling from your laugh and voice. You were so close yet across the galaxy. I looked to my phone for the time and before my eyes could focus it was you. Your voice came through loud and clear as if to say "wake up." 

This is when I begin to describe my dream.

We were in an all white mica sitting room furnished in Corbusier, Roset, Eames and the like. floor to ceiling windows filled the room with bright green light filtering through the leaves of spring. I could smell the dew on the air in my dream. Now that I think of this, you built this house. every aspect I can recall screams your name. I just saw one of your houses.

I kind of come to in this all to real and familiar sitting room to hear your voice in the distance shouting inaudible words that i knew to be kind. As if a dream within a dream I knew what I saw and have a hard time admitting it. A boy about 2 years old is pattering across the floor at what I can only describe as a gallop. Tiny white polo, navy shorts and your blue eyes. Wait, this is my grandson. Yes, it has to be. Not yet sure who exactly you are in my mind or dream as you turned the hallway I saw it was you exactly as I remember. Something was different but I could not place it this time. He was our grandson. I could feel my stiffness and hear a change in your voice. holding my grandson in one arm with some amount of strength and size about me I asked him "you like grandma more?" In a joking fashion. Yet as soon as his tiny feet touched the ground he ran for you. 

You were in the shower. I feel like you were singing, which by all accounts you never do, despite the face that you have an amazing voice. as he reached for the handle I was in close pursuit. The door swung open and you were not startled like it had happened a million times.   We stood looking at you until the little boy turned and ran out. The bathroom had a large mirror that was fogged, on an almost center island type vanity that creates the privacy and the separation. Once you noticed me staring at you our eyes locked and I realized what was different. You dropped your robe and paused for a moment before parting the shower curtain and continuing humming. It was like I had never seen you in my life and you were this amazing flower or a humming bird that is so fast you have to concentrate to see it. I loved you in that second more than ever and realized the difference was that we were old. You were old. I still saw you as I would see you today. Even a year ago for that matter and am starting to think I will always see you that way. Even after my sight has gone I believe you will still be the most beautiful thing in memory I have seen.