How would you interpret this dream?

The alarm went off and I hit the snooze button… I drifted back to sleep and dreamt of a conversation between myself and my husbands’ son, who passed away at a young age, two years before I ever met my husband.
He told me that he had some things that were still in the shed and the garage, his fishing pole and an orange tackle box, a hunting knife that needed to be sharpened, camping stuff, not his sleeping bag, that’s gone, but there’s pots & pans that he had from scouts. He wanted me to give them to our grandson (would be his nephew) when he’s old enough… and then I woke up
it was as vivid and detailed of a dream as I think I’ve ever had.
what do you make of it?