Grandpa

In my dream last night I was at my grandfather's funeral. In mid-funeral, his eyes opened in his casket, and he sat up. Having no idea where he was, he looked around, and realizing what was going on and what had happened, he began to cry.

At that point I looked across the church aisle and saw a boy I kissed last year on the holiest day of our lifetime. Navroz for Shia Muslims, Naw-Rúz for adherents of the Bahá'í Faith, Purim for Jews, Good Friday for Christians, all fell on the same day, the day we kissed.

And there he was, the day my grandfather was risen from the dead.