I dreamed about my grandfather the other night. The skin on his forearms was relatively smooth, like I remember it being when I was a little girl. Somehow his being buried and having shrunk so that his skin was too large for him was all a mistake. When I’m awake, I mostly pretend that he’s still around, that I just haven’t seen him lately. I think I’d like to visit him. I have the address and everything, but I’d need a map of the grounds to navigate around all the other people and find the right spot.