Actually, a couple of nights ago, but this is the first time I've had to sit down and record it.

You remember that we recently overhauled our family room into a temple room. Well, in my dream I was troubled about something (don't remember what, it was vague), and I went into the family room. There was my maternal grandfather, seated in the middle of the room in one of the dining room chairs (we inherited the set from his wife, my grandmother). He looked up and saw me, smiled that Mr Rogers-style smile, stood and opened his arms to me. I went to him and we hugged, and all was right with the world again.

Now, the main furniture in this new spiritual-minded room is his reclining chair that we inherited when Grandma died. I believe that's why he manifested in that room, although he was sitting in another chair when I saw him. It's the first time he's "visited" us, though Grandma makes her presence known here and there. It was a wonderful surprise, and good to know that he's around watching over us and seeing his second great-grandchild grow up.