A good dream

My son:  Did I tell you about my dream?
Me: No
Son: It was about Papa Don.
Me: Ah.
Son: I was walking the dog by a fence, and Papa Don was up ahead with some cousins, and they were cleaning up a pile of leaves.  He was wearing his red sweater vest.
Me: *tears*
Son: He turned around and saw me, and he said, "Hey! Hello!" and he walked over and gave me a hug.
Me: *sobs*
Son: I cried all morning.  It was a good dream.

It's not lost on me that we're so lucky to have only good memories of him.