My grandfather in 1985 after a long day working construction. Dirty coveralls, crooked hat, cigarette in hand, on the phone. A complicated man to many around him, but he was a father figure and the most positive male role model I had as a child. I was in the room when he passed away in 2003. I saw him frequently after his passing in my dreams where he was always silent and never spoke. I visited him again while on ayahuasca. I relived the last time seeing him at home and sitting on his porch. He had been battling cancer for years, and I thought he would make it through again. His sight had failed him, but he called out my name when he heard my voice. His beautiful white hair was falling out and I don't remember what he was talking about because I was too concerned with things I thought were more important.
