I don’t know if I’ve ever actually written about this before. I had an experience the night my grandfather died that has stayed with me for almost 20 years… it’s like an imprint on my heart. I’ve wrestled back and forth over whether or not it was real, but my memory of that night is so crystal clear, so I feel like it was. I don’t speak about it very often as it always makes me very emotional (I’m already ugly crying as I type). I’ve always hesitated writing about it because it was just so personal for me, but at the same time I want to record it and…