It was just a dream but it left me strangely troubled. I was living in the Redd Shedd and opened the door to see teenaged grandson Justice working in the yard. He was trying to rake a pile of leaves into a garbage bag but the bag was blowing and closing. He really needed help. "I'll get my jacket and be right out to help you," I shouted. He smiled and waved a gloved hand. I pulled on my jacket and went out to find that he had disappeared. The bag and rake were on the ground near a pile of leaves but Justice was gone. I keep seeing his broad smile and I think he is sending me an 'I'm so happy' message from Canada. But to disappear so suddenly... that troubles me.
Anne, Doesn't Justice have a special teacher in Canada?
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