He always will be my Superman.
The chemo and radiation made him so weak that he could no longer walk. He lost the battle in March of '07.
My Pop was my best friend. He was a second Father to me. We played sports, went out to lunch, he even bought me my first car. We had a very special bond that will never be replicated. I miss him every day and even though I have pictures, the dreams I have of him every so often are SO much better.
During my dream, my Mom mom went to go pick him up and bring him to mine and Bug's home. When he walked through the door, I ran to him as fast as my legs would take me. I threw open my arms and landed in his. It was the most amazing hug. He was visiting to see our new home and the last thing I remember, he was commenting on our furniture. Then I woke up.
The absolute best part about it was running to him and that great big hug. I miss and love you Pop.
I am taking it as a sign. I do not have dreams about him often, but when I do, good things happen. As I am 5 dpo today, I am taking it as a good sign from him. I love you too, Pop. Te Ammo, XOXO.