Good witching hour.

It is Friday the 13th.

The next full moon will be 2049 at this occurence.

I am reminiscing of my grandfather.

My grandfather passed away 4 years ago.

I had spent the last 2 years before he passed, not by his side, and the last I saw his face was on his death bed with tears of joy seeing me.

My grandfather was a strong ww2 veteran who is buried at the top of the hill with his wife, dead of cancer, who died a year before I was born.

He contributed to the community he moved to and called home. He set up in the farmlands outside of Los Angeles, at the time, only for me to see it become the 3rd biggest city in California.

I do not know my grandfather's stories from him.

I do not remember talking to him or when I was younger.

What I remember is summers at the beach in the warm sunlight- for he retired north by Santa Barbara.

I remember the chess games in Marie Callender's, watching Pinocchio and The Little Mermaid and Aladdin, and growing up solemn with the only happiness being to see what my grandfather wanted to show through paintings and books.

I loved that man more deeply than I love my father, I regret to admit. I do not understand how to explain how I believe in the reincarnation of souls and living memory, but this wells up in me as I think to go into new territory, hopefully, just like he did.

I lost my grandfather to dementia, I thought, but he still cried the last time he saw me.

I want to carry his spirit into my elder years.

I feel like, after about 4 years of serious alcoholic abuse, I am finally starting to realize the depth of his kindness and glory and service.

I also got sick while I was gone. Thank you for not logging me out and getting rid of my account.

This place has been a harbour for me and I truly yearn for deep connections on here, but I am very afraid and not as brazen as I was in my youth.

I find out more results on Tuesday.

I hope your 13th is filled with horrow-shows and exploration of the supernatural.