I had bad dreams about Grandpa all night. In the first one I dreamed he'd gotten dementia towards the end and would wear high heels and talk loudly and slur. The high heels part sounds really dumb now that I'm awake, but when I had just woken up from that one I cried. Then I fell back asleep and was at his funeral, where I told someone that I'd just had a dream about him dying the night the he died.
So now I hope I don't get any phone calls today. But I will be calling Grandpa, I think.