It isn't very often that I have dreams about my father, Carlos, aka Grandpa Carlos.
I was observing his work and the workmanship that he was doing teaching other people to know what he knew and his art. The interesting things is that I only saw the results of his work, and not really see him, but it was all about him and his work in a shop setting, the tools, machinery, and his inventions! His students spoke highly of him and praised him and knew he was my father.
It felt good and so real, it filled a need for me to feel his qualities and love for his work. I miss him and Mama. I know they are together busily helping and watching over us, their family; what a blessing.
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