Last night I dreamt that Grandad hadn't died six years ago: he'd just been travelling. He'd come home in his old Hillman Avenger to collect Nan. He looked so well, and reunited with Her Love she was so happy - she was even learning to drive. They could go home together. We wouldn't need to strip and sell the place after all and Nana wouldn't need to go into a soulless care facility and wait to die.
Then I woke up.