Grandpa’s sudden passing from a heart attack left me devastated. At his funeral, I waited in vain for Tyler, who never showed. Soon after, I began dreaming of Grandpa by the lake, fishing as we once did. Each dream ended with him urging, “Check the red box in my basement.”

One day, I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Descending into the basement, I found the red box beneath old newspapers. Inside, it contained fishing gear—hooks, lures, and Grandpa’s “lucky charm” reel. Disappointed, I turned to leave but accidentally knocked over a stack of boxes, revealing a hidden safe in the wall. Opening it with my birthday as the combination, I discovered over $50,000 in cash and a note from Grandpa: “For my boy—everything I couldn’t give you in life. Use it to build something good.”

Inspired, I used the money to open Peter’s Coffee, a cozy shop adorned with fishing memorabilia and a framed photo of Grandpa and me. Though I reached out to Tyler, he never responded. One evening, as I closed the shop, I felt a warm breeze and heard Grandpa’s voice in my mind: “You did good, kiddo.” His legacy lived on in the shop, a testament to his love and guidance.