Last night, my late grandpa came to visit me. The few memories I had of him were fond, and were rekindled last night. He came, and told me how proud he was of me and that although he left, he was still there watching me from above. But he couldn’t stay, as nothing lasts forever. After he gave me a few words of wisdom, his apparition began to fade, and then entirely melt into the shadows, leaving to where it came. And I left in the dark, pondering the meaning of his visit.