This story started when I was about 5 years old. Wait, let's backtrack to when I was 4ish. The old house we lived in my most comforting spot was under my parents bed. On scarey nights when I was not allowed to sleep with them I would sneek back in and sleep under their bed. Sounds silly but it's very relevant to the story. Also my favorite game in the whole wide world was that POPOMATIC TROUBLE game. I think we had one at our cottage. We would spend a lot of family time there growing up.
So back to the story. I was about 5 years old and living in a new home a few hours away from the other one. One dream I remember so vividly. I was under my parents bed in my old home because I usually would just go under my own bed in the new place. I was playing popo with my Grandpa. He was asking me things and just having a darling conversation. I cannot remember the conversation but I do remember him specifically telling me that he is going away and everything will be ok. And I didn't understand because he was right there with me and had asked questions. But I had felt at ease with everything.
My Mom woke me up out of my dream. I was playing popple in front of a door mirror. Who knows if this was me, a dream, or my Grandpa. However I can't tell you about any other dreams that I had when I was five (except a reacuring nightmare hehe).
That was around the time my Grandpa passed on. I never pieced it together until my late teens. Its always stuck with me that everything is going to be ok.